Visit with Dad and Step-Mom was weird and just ok. I did enjoy seeing my friends and Godparents though. Ok, that's out of the way...now for my real post. It's odd the things that make me anxious or spiral and this issue with my friend is one of them.
Dear Friend,
PLEASE STOP telling me how broke you are. Your DH has a job, as do you, and you both receive decent retirement checks from the military and a large amount of savings/investments. It was YOUR choice to spend $20k on a new bathroom and $20k on a new car. It is YOUR choice to travel nearly every weekend.
My DH has not worked since Labor Day 2009 so it's just me supporting my family. Granted, I make a good income and have great benefits (thank God) so we're not starving and we're able to pay our mortgage BUT I'm not the one you should be complaining to about money.
Your Friend who has held her tongue so far.
I've been poor, truly poor, so poor that I didn't have food. I grew up relatively poor but never needed for anything. So, it really grates on my nerves when people really have no clue.
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