So my
dad, who I haven’t seen in about three months, takes me to the Waterfront Cafe for
coffee (
decaf). For 45 minutes he imparted
words of wisdom upon me about
money.
Money? Dad, you owe my grandparents three hundred grand, but you are like a
son to them and they are the kindest people in the world and think nothing more of it, even though they moved to a smaller house so they can keep helping my mom out with money. You don't pay us proper
child support. You have never been good with
money.
Never. But I'll listen to you because I want to fix our
relationship (in the back of my mind, I hope we will have fixed it enough for me to ask you to help pay for
university).
I miss you. Don't think I'm this
stupid, that I don't know how to handle money, because I do. %10 goes away? Oh really. I put two thirds away. No, I can not invest in my
RRSPs yet, I'm trying to save up for
university. God damn it. I will take this info into account and save it for later. Later! Not now! DAMN YOU!