POV: I’m 34 & Friday the 13th I was on my way from work when I drove right into a pothole. Despite my efforts to swerve around it.. the rain only lead my tire right into the corner of it which instaneously deflated on impact like a sad balloon. I yelled out sh*t then immediately felt ashamed because I don’t want to curse anymore. But goodness, really? I’m not mad. I’m not mad, I tell myself. I drove about 2 miles before my car starting smoking and shaking. I kept praying come on please just let me get home. Well I didn’t make it, something told me to pull over and I did immediately and luckily so because my tire had looked like someone had eaten it. Another inch and my rims would’ve have been ruined and I’m pretty sure the alignment of my car too. I have so many things lined up with limited funds. How will I budget this? My emotions were blank. POV: I’m 33; Early December 2023 I gave myself a pep talk that it was just going to be myself, Jesus and my family. ...