I suppose I should have filed for a divorce in the beginning, when we first started fighting. Both my wife’s and my income were low, and our 3 moth old child was suffering greatly from it. My wife never had time to take care of her because she had to go to work and try to bring in the money I wasn’t making as a starving artist. Anyway, about a year after our marriage our financial situation got so bad that my wife left me, and I was forced to declare bankruptcy. She took our daughter with her, and later I found out that she was put up for foster care. I never saw her again. I became very depressed. I began to do things that I had always found vile. I drank a bit more than “the occasional drink” and in general I just lazed around the apartment that the government granted me. I did this until I was threatened that I would have to evacuate unless I started to work and pay off my debts. I did this by collecting the town’s garbage.  I felt this to be below my dignity but I held back any comment in fear of being taken off government support. Life went on like this for many years but I finally pulled through. Now I am supporting my new family, a wife and 2 sons and I am doing very well financially. Maybe my story will teach someone a lesson. You have to work, or nothing will ever get done.