I know you aren’t struggling as hard financially as you claim to be. You whine and complain all the time but… you have a new car… why did you get a loan and get a new car instead of looking for a used one, if you desperately needed a car but were struggling financially? You claim that you’re too poor to eat out, or to buy groceries, yet you always claim that you found your steaks ‘on sale’ and you have pizza often… I’m not an idiot. Even if you find steak on sale it’s still expensive. Having to choose between buying few cheap things at the dollar store so your family can eat, or paying the light bill so they can have heat, is struggling.
Now that my husband and I are finally able to get by without having to question and debate over every single cent we spend, you act like I’m wealthy and you’re in poverty. You don’t know the meaning of being poor, you b****. You’re insulting me every single damn time you start whining. You just can’t stand me being happy, and you want me to feel guilty for it, and feel pity for you.
Go grill your ‘on sale steaks’ and take a drive in your new car, and then call me back about how freaking poor you are.
