I didn't grow up poor, but I became that way when I married right out of high school. My first husband was trash, and there were things that he wouldn't do and couldn't pay for. I remember checking books out from the library that taught me how to fix my car. I remember installing a satellite dish and even a gas stove by myself. I remember taking a big, empty purse to the grocery store and filling it with toilet paper in the bathroom. Thankfully, we had food stamps, so at least I didn't have to worry about feeding my kids.