AMEN!!! One of the reasons I moved away from my hubby is he was telling our DDs that we were "poor" and "poor people don't..." or "poor people can't..." and it was really starting to take a toll. We were nowhere near "poor". Frugal, yes, tight-budgeted, absolutely (my hubby is also a contractor who was impacted by the recession, but rather than sit around and listen to him mope about it, I actually DID something, moved and got a job).
I've seen "poor" and we aren't it. Nor are we underprivileged or underpaid for what we do. I wanted to smack the husband upside the head because sometimes you DO have to suck it up and accept help, even when it comes with strings attached if it means keeping a roof over your kids' heads. AND...sitting around making phone calls is NOT "working". He (like my own) needs to get over it and get a job. "B-b-b-b-
ut I'm a CONTRACTOR". No, you're UNEMPLOYED, buster. "Contractor" implies that you actually HAVE CONTRACTS.
(yes, I'm a bit bitter, particularly when my husband tells me what a failure he has been, but fails to DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT). Maybe that's what struck the chord with me. Seeing my husband's twin on TV.