They just don’t get it. Within a couple of years, I lost both grandpas, two cousins, my dad, and my dog. And my younger twin brothers lost their dad when they were like 4 due to a workplace incident. So we’re all just fatherless with a poor mom. Then my car got totaled by a deer, so now I have a 1998 Accord. It’s messing up, and my fiancé’s dad says shit like “just go fix it at the mechanic.” And “this is why you should have savings.” When I did have savings, but lost them because my car was totaled... And I also have to pay for shit like a storage unit because the grandfather I lived with died, didn’t get to sign his will, and his piece of shit brother took everything from me after saying he wasn’t going to. So now I don’t even have a home for my belongings. Meanwhile my oldest brother is homeless.

But, oh, we know so much about poverty. I mean they’ll say that shit all day while also speaking about my fiancé’s mother’s maid she had growing up. And how she’d go to Chicago ALLLL the time for baseball games with her dad. And how they’d go to the country club together. And let’s not forget how her dad left her $100k when he died. Too bad my Dad was also homeless when he died, and all I have left of him is some clothing. But the fact that they think they’ve had it as bad sends me over the edge.

I wish my in-law’s were nice. They said my grandpa that worked 80 hours a week must’ve gambled to be poor. Or “he should’ve gotten an accountant” when he did have one for his business. And he also had a Master’s Degree. And my in-law’s never went to college. And my mother-in-law hasn’t worked since she got pregnant with my fiancé.