Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My sisters married well...one to a complete dork, who has only become dorkier as the years go on, and one to a control freak.
I'd rather live my own life rather than be tied to a dork who thinks the "Life is Good" shirts are so cool and provide a good message to the kids, or two a man who ensures I go for a five mile run or bike ride every morning. No excuses, only way to start the day.
Sure they will die with larger bank accounts, but I will die having lived my best life.
Not surprised you are single. A guy wears silly t-shirts. The horror!
1. I'm not single
2. I'm fine with guys wearing "silly t-shirts", but he doesn't see them as silly. He gave us a good five minutes speech about how he loves their message to teens, and buys his teens these overpriced dork shirts every time he travels. Total nerd who doesn't have a clue on how to dress outside of the office. Nothing I'm going to chain myself to just for a bigger house and larger bank account. My niece and nephews do not wear them. They shove them in a dresser drawer until they are donated or someone needs a shirt to go home in.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My sisters married well...one to a complete dork, who has only become dorkier as the years go on, and one to a control freak.
I'd rather live my own life rather than be tied to a dork who thinks the "Life is Good" shirts are so cool and provide a good message to the kids, or two a man who ensures I go for a five mile run or bike ride every morning. No excuses, only way to start the day.
Sure they will die with larger bank accounts, but I will die having lived my best life.
Not surprised you are single. A guy wears silly t-shirts. The horror!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Well, their dad died, so I wouldn’t say it’s all been ducks and rainbows for them. I mean, he was nothing to you, but it was till their dad.
Maybe stop competing with them. It doesn’t sound that your life has been that much of a challenge, so maybe appreciate that privilege in itself.
They haven’t had to work, much of their money comes from their dead father, but it’s not exactly like you’ve risen from being homeless now, is it?
My dad has also passed away - his assets however are joint with my mother’s. Also, my sister’s dad bought her the house when he was still alive and working for Big Law. He left them even more when he died. Of course it feels gross to look at things this way, death should never be thought of in terms of who gets more. It was hard for all of us. Either way, combination of rich parent + husband got them a standard of living they didn’t personally earn.
To the other PP, yes, I’m privileged (not quite DCUM privilege!) in the grand scheme of things, all of us were and are. Life is generally pretty good. Maybe ultimately I wish I could get more recognition and respect among the family for being a hard worker and supporting myself, and not be teased ten years later about how I was kept on my mom’s cell phone plan in school. Again, it’s not something that comes out all the time, but my sisters still kind of regard me as spoiled and helpless (“helpless” because growing up I did lack the street smarts and life skills of Gen X latchkey kids)
Anonymous wrote:Fyi it’s a lot harder to excel in school when you are working and don’t have parental guidance and support so I wouldn’t pat yourself in the back too much-it sounds like you WERE a bit spoiled compared to them and those things likely made it easier for you to fo well in school.
Anonymous wrote:(OP again) So there’s one other dynamic here that I’m thinking of - and that’s the way we were raised. My mother raised my sisters with a lot more social freedom growing up and less academic pressure. My parents in the 90s became academics (they had just gotten PhDs) and pressured me to do well in school. I don’t regret that at all - but I was raised to believe that kids who got straight As would become more successful than kids who didn’t care and got C’s. But my sisters did the opposite - they prioritized relationships and having fun. I prioritized school, brand name universities, and getting a DC job. I’ve accomplished more, professionally (being a mother IS an accomplishment, to their credit) and had more unconventional experiences, but a lower standard of living to show for my hard work.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Well, their dad died, so I wouldn’t say it’s all been ducks and rainbows for them. I mean, he was nothing to you, but it was till their dad.
Maybe stop competing with them. It doesn’t sound that your life has been that much of a challenge, so maybe appreciate that privilege in itself.
They haven’t had to work, much of their money comes from their dead father, but it’s not exactly like you’ve risen from being homeless now, is it?
My dad has also passed away - his assets however are joint with my mother’s. Also, my sister’s dad bought her the house when he was still alive and working for Big Law. He left them even more when he died. Of course it feels gross to look at things this way, death should never be thought of in terms of who gets more. It was hard for all of us. Either way, combination of rich parent + husband got them a standard of living they didn’t personally earn.
To the other PP, yes, I’m privileged (not quite DCUM privilege!) in the grand scheme of things, all of us were and are. Life is generally pretty good. Maybe ultimately I wish I could get more recognition and respect among the family for being a hard worker and supporting myself, and not be teased ten years later about how I was kept on my mom’s cell phone plan in school. Again, it’s not something that comes out all the time, but my sisters still kind of regard me as spoiled and helpless (“helpless” because growing up I did lack the street smarts and life skills of Gen X latchkey kids)
Anonymous wrote:My sisters married well...one to a complete dork, who has only become dorkier as the years go on, and one to a control freak.
I'd rather live my own life rather than be tied to a dork who thinks the "Life is Good" shirts are so cool and provide a good message to the kids, or two a man who ensures I go for a five mile run or bike ride every morning. No excuses, only way to start the day.
Sure they will die with larger bank accounts, but I will die having lived my best life.