I lost my job of 9 yrs. My gf of 3yrs left and my dog was poisoned and died all in the same week. I'm a single parent of a teenager. My absolute lowest point was last night. I made him dinner with what little food I had left. He asked why I wasn't eating and I told him I ate a late lunch at work. I've been out of work for 2 months but didn't tell him so he wouldn't worry. I ate some questionable salsa out of the jar with a spoon then cried myself to sleep. I'm not sure I've hit bottom yet. My life is like a bad country song right now. Beyond that I'm all my son has and that's honestly the only thing keeping me from giving up. He needs his dad just as much as I need him.