Before Milei took office, I had a good life.
I wasn't wealthy by any means. But I was comfortable.
My husband ran a shop in Flores. 26 years of hard work. 4 people on their payroll. A storefront they finally paid off completely in 2021.
I helped him with the business. Customers came in. It wasn't glamorous, but the books were always in the green by the end of the month.
December 2023: Milei is inaugurated.
January 2024: The devaluation hits.
The exchange rate spikes from 400 to 800 pesos practically overnight.
I had 4,000,000 pesos put away to replenish inventory.
In a span of 24 hours, my purchasing power was slashed in half.
'Don't panic,' I told myself. 'It's just a phase. The economy will stabilize.'
February 2024: Revenue plummets by 65%.
Nobody is spending. The streets are dry. We've hit a recession.
My husband had to let 2 of his workers go. He breaks down in tears. Our son works at the shop and his kids. He has kids to feed.
March 2024: Sales are down 75%.
He can no longer afford the lease on his storage unit. He had to shut it down.
He is sitting on 3,000,000 pesos worth of stock purchased back in November. Now he is forced to liquidate it all at cost just to move it.
April 2024: He let his last employee go.
Now it's just me. Standing in an empty shop with him. Drowning in debt.
May 2024: We are forced to sell our car.
A 2018 Peugeot that meant the world to us. I financed it and finally made the last payment in 2022.
I hand over the keys because I need to put food on the table. And cover my taxes.
June 2024: We shutter the business permanently.
Twenty-six years.
A quarter-century of our life.
Completely wiped out.
I list the commercial space for lease. Zero interest. The district is a ghost town. Seventy percent of the local shops are boarded up.
July 2024: He pivots to selling on MercadoLibre.
Operating out of my living room. Pushing whatever leftover inventory remains.
He is not a businessman anymore. Just a desperate man bleeding money on every sale.
August 2024: He sells the physical store.
The property we earned through two decades of blood and sweat. The one we finally owned outright just a few years prior.
We let it go for exactly half of what it originally cost us.
In USD
Because we are desperate for liquidity. Right this second.
September 2024: My marriage falls apart.
'I can't handle living like this anymore,' he tells me.
'You're not the same person,' he says.
I haven't changed. The system just broke me.
October 2024: I move back into my mother's house.
82 years old. Sleeping in my childhood home.
Clinging to the remains of the property sale: $25,000 dollars.
The sum total of a lifetime of labor.
November 2024: I hit the pavement looking for a job.
Nobody is hiring. 'You're past your prime,' they say. We can't meet your salary expectations.'
I'm only asking for 600,000 pesos. Entry-level wages.
But still, absolutely nothing.
December 2024: The one-year mark of the Milei administration.
The final tally:
- Shop shuttered ✓
- Staff let go ✓
- Vehicle liquidated ✓
- Real estate sold off ✓
- Marriage ruined ✓
- Back under my mother's roof ✓
- Life savings decimated ✓
But on the bright side, monthly inflation cooled from 25% to 3%.
A truly spectacular victory.
January 2025: I sign up to drive for Uber.
A fifty seven -year-old chauffeur.
Driving a leased vehicle.
Twelve-hour shifts.
I bring in 450,000 pesos a month.
I used to clear 2,500,000.
February 2025: I cross paths with my former worker.
The guy who broke down when I handed him his walking papers.
He's living on the pavement. Asking for change.
Alongside his three children.
I can't even toss him a coin. I've got nothing left to give.
March 2025: Here we are today.
I'm behind the wheel for 14 hours straight.
I share a roof with my elderly mother.
I'm down to my last $6,000 dollars (the rest vanished just trying to survive).
The legacy of two and a half decades of labor.
And then I scroll through X and see:
'People complaining are just refusing to evolve' 'Those failing to get ahead simply don't want to work' 'Milei rescued the nation'
I put in twenty-five years of hard labor.
I spent my entire life adapting to this country.
And they decimated my existence in just twelve months.
It wasn't a slow decline.
It wasn't 'global context.'
It was an ATOMIC BOMB dropped squarely on the working middle class.
And now society claims the blame is on me.
That I should have 'made smarter investments.'
That I should have 'expanded my assets.'
I pushed APPLIANCES for a living.
I was never trying to be a Wall Street tycoon.
I was just a working stiff.
And they completely liquidated me.
Me, a person operating in PESOS her entire career...
I wound up with nothing but the clothes on my back.
Yet they insist the economic model is a success.
A success for whom exactly?
I don't follow the Kirchners.
I have no loyalty to Peronism.
I cast my ballot for Milei because he sold us a vision of liberty and growth.
He handed me POVERTY.
That is my reality.
Feel free to doubt every word.
Go ahead and claim I'm being dramatic.