In regards to money, I resent:
- the number of times Lionboy “forgot his wallet.”
- the situation I was in where, because I was white, it was expected that money come to me easily.
- my family’s allotment of resources to things that affirmed my parents egos and not my actual interests.
- the constant expectation from family that I be the one to foot the bill – even when they demanded my presence.
- the complaints from family about the numerous “unexpected” expenses that could have easily been avoided with reasonable, relatively painless planning ahead.
- the way my mother used her financial helplessness to bully and manipulate.
- my father’s refusal to learn how to manage cash in a way OTHER than a 14 year old boy would.
- my sister’s complaints about her financial helplessness when it’s even more screamingly obvious she refuses to seek and learn new skills.
- the people that are clueless about the level of privilege I didn’t have growing up.
- the people that just casually expected me to have $600 to drop on a couch when I was single, in a new city, and unsupported by anyone.
Filed under: Prosperous Heart