Used to be no one.
Now, I call my pop or my brothers. My pop is my spiritual and financial advisor. If I call him, I know he’s going to have the answers; whether it’s him being in the position I’ve been in before or with a word from the good book. He’s also bailed me out of some situations where I needed a big financial backing. For so long, my pride wouldn’t let me call him, but I’ll always cling onto something he always told me when I was in college, “don’t be up there struggling and in need of some help and not let ya daddy know. I’ll go broke for both you and your brother.” He helped me when I went through my breakup.
My brothers also help me out. I been blessed to have some strong men in my corner.
My mama also is a good ear for certain things. She can’t help me through them all, but she’s gone Point me in the direction I need to go for help.