Another reason why I got so upset: My parents help me out by sending me a little bit of money for groceries (when I'm not working, they help me out). I proposed to my dad that maybe they could send me a little bit more so I can buy things like vitamins and so I can do my laundry. The only thing they'd agree on was to send me $20 once to put on a laundry card. They really want me to realize that not having much money sucks. (Yeah, thanks. I got that. I've learned my lesson.)
So I go to bed all upset, and wake up this morning about 7:00 this morning all excited, because I had a plan: I worked retail for about six years, and saved up quite a bit of money. Enough to pay my rent for the better part of a year. But the rent and the amount I saved up won't divide into each other evenly and there's a little bit left over. I thought I could have that. I worked for that money, I earned it, and it's mine. I called my dad's work and left a message telling him of my plan. I went back to sleep, thinking I was a genius.
My dad pointed out that that's not, in fact a good idea, because they're paying for my subway pass, they're paying for my cable, and once my savings run out they're paying my rent. (This is all just until I get a job so I can afford it myself.) Basically, the savings shouldn't be touched so that the longer they can avoid paying it out of their pockets the better.
I acknowledged that okay, maybe the amount I was asking for was a bit much and that maybe they could just send me less than that. (It was 350. Then it was 100. Then 40, then 20.)
I swear, it's like they're hell bent on keeping me miserable. I thought maybe a LITTLE something so my life doesn't suck as much while I looked for a job would help, right? I made my dad talk about it with his therapist. I could see what he was saying, but it was almost like he's avoiding sending me money. Never mind the fact that I worked for it, I earned it, and 95% of it was going to rent.
Am I so wrong as to want some of the money I worked for?