My dad is a really awesome guy. When I told him I was moving, he asked if I needed any money. It’s going to be tight, but I can do it myself. He’s going to give me some money anyway. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to pay the movers.
The funny thing is that I hate asking my mom for money. I just won’t do it for some reason. But with my dad, I can. When I ask to borrow money, it’s not a big deal to him. They spend a lot of money on Sarah, and they feel like I’m getting cheated. I don’t think so. They spend money on their grandchild, but in their minds, it’s sort of money going to my sister. Besides, my dad realizes that he’s probably going to get roped into helping my sister with a downpayment on her house. They won’t have to do that with me because I probably won’t buy a house while I live in the Boston area. Real estate here is just too expensive.
Here is the thing… my dad isn’t telling my mom, or so he says. But my parents tell each other everything. They’re awesome like that.