Growing up, we really didn’t have any money.
My mom used to go on and on about this:
“Dad and I would go to the two dollar theatre to see movies and on the way home we would pass panhandlers who would literally have more money than us because we wouldn’t even have a cent to our names!”
These kinds of stories were commonplace so living downtown and being pretty damn broke never really bothered me all that much. Until today.
Recently, due to a number of circumstances, namely my crappy back, I had to accumulate a certain amount of credit card debt. I hate, hate, hate debt but it was the only way I could function for a while. Luckily, I worked hard and last week, I finally managed to pay it off so that I am in the black again. Thank God.
Anyway, because of this, I have been pretty tough about the things I will spend money on. My dad recently participated in a cancer bike-a-thon but when the time came, I seriously had no extra money and couldn’t sponsor him. My dad understands this and he had no issues with it.
Unfortunately, my mother did not and this morning, she sent me an e-mail in which she called me a greedy selfish ingrate and how she didn’t raise me to break promises.
Not only did this totally upset me (hooray for crying at your desk at work!) but it angered me because it seemed really hypocritical to me. My parents have a lot more money now (they just got back from a two week European vacation) but their days of struggling to save money weren’t that long ago. She should still be able to remember what it was like and how miserable it felt not to be able to afford things.
I have always been really proud when it comes to my finances. I worked 20-30 hours a week to pay for school. Unlike several of my friends, I have never asked my parents for money when I fell short. I pay all my regular bills on time and if I do have to temporarily carry a balance on credit cards, I never do it for more than a month.
But apparently, I still fail when it comes to money.
Man, sometimes being an adult sucks.