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💍 I proposed to my husband… My name’s Olivia Thompson, I’m 34, from the UK. Just a pretty normal girl tbh, been working since I was a teenager. Started off in a restaurant doing tables, washing dishes, fake smiling till my cheeks hurt. Always wanted to move up to manager cos I knew everything there, all the regulars, all the routines, literally by heart. But there was this proper toxic manager who just didnt like me from day one. In the end she sacked me over some made up rubbish reason just a week before I was meant to get promoted. Pure spite, just so I wouldnt get the role. After that I took whatever I could get shifts in shops, random gigs, cleaning, telemarketing, anything that brought in at least some money. Then I got pregnant. Worked almost till the very end, till my bump got too big to even move properly. Then went on maternity leave. On maternity I was getting just £184 a week. We thought we’d somehow manage for a couple months till I could go back part time. But life had other plans. Winter 2025/2026 was honestly a nightmare. Rain nonstop. Clients disappearing, orders dropping off. Then my husband got made redundant. We both ended up with no jobs. Money just melting away. And like that wasnt enough the landlord put the rent up by another £165 a month. Nursery for our son was nearly £980. We started cutting back on EVERYTHING food, heating, even nappies. First used credit cards and overdraft, then took out a proper loan. Kept saying to ourselves “soon as we find work we’ll sort it all out quick”. Yeah… didnt happen. Interest kept growing, new bills popping up, our baby got ill… and everything just spiralled. Debt kept getting bigger. Debt collectors already started calling. And you just sit there in the evening, looking at your kid thinking how the hell did I end up here. One night I couldnt sleep. Just laying there scrolling my phone for no reason. Came across people talking about some app. They were saying you can actually make money there. My
