My dad makes a lot of money. I mean he’s not bill gates, but he’s definitely in the upper crust of South Carolina’s wage earners at least. I didn’t see much of any of it. He actually would joke to girlfriends that “I have money, he doesn’t have any money.”
I appreciated that, it made me figure out rather quickly that I can’t do frivolous things. I couldn’t go to college to learn feminist dance therapy or whatever the **** and be angry when there weren’t any jobs available.. especially since I have to pay back those loans myself. He helps me out more financially as an adult than he ever did as a child, which seems ass backwards.. but it taught me to appreciate earning anything and to expect to have to work to get it.