Okay okay okay so I’m tipsy and I’m saying nothing new and I’ve literally written this in 30 minutes and not really proof-read it, but I need to get this out then I’ll move on and try to do something about the shit show we now have to deal with.
I grew up poor. Occasionally not having enough food to eat poor.
I’m the first and only of my generation (at least on my side of my grandparent’s family) to go to uni. I’m the first to have a job that uses a yearly salary instead of an hourly wage. I ‘have made something of myself’. I’ve also written about my emotionally abusive household previously. I am the eldest of four. As well as getting out of that environment, I’ve tried to be an example to my brother and sisters. That you can escape poverty, and have a comfortable life, get away from that environment if they want to.
I am never not grateful for the life I have now, and I never take it for advantage.
Today, we woke up to an uncertain future. My brother is 22, and works a job where he is on a 0 hour contract. My sisters are 16 and 17. They will suffer. Even if the best scenario happens, the markets will be unstable for a while, and jobs will be harder to come by, and money will buy less and less. Everything I tried to instil in my siblings, the hope, the promise, the example, will be for nothing.
I am angry and heart broken. I wanted a good life for them. They deserve better than this. I am going to fight and help them obviously, but I want to force everyone who voted leave to look them in the eyes and tell them why they deserve years of uncertainty when they are just coming of age.
This is not the country I want to be part of, but I am part of it, and I need to come to terms with it and see what shit I can do to fix this.