One thing I learned early on in my divorce is that the way the judges, lawers and laws work you can get blood from a turnip. I was the turnip. Broke, no job and a house under forcloser and no utilities (thanks to the X)I never felt poor. I wouldn't say I was rich either because I didn't get to see my daughter as the orders stated and the divorce drug me down so much. I've always thought of it as a clensing.

I found I could get by with much less material things.