I’m convinced that my mother thinks that I’m down here in Atlanta living like a prince. On the contrary, I’m living more like a pauper than anything else. I talked to her this past Thursday while I was at work, and she told me that she got an overdue notice in the mail for a bill and that something at the house would be cut off if the balance wasn’t paid in full. I of course offered to pay the bill not knowing how much it was, but then she told me that she would put up $150, and that I could pay the rest. After that, she went on to explain how there are other bills at home that needed to be paid (which included a $1000 Water Bill from when my sister was living there). I’m putting up money to help pay for all of these things, but it’s gotten to the point where I have to start letting my own bills lapse just to make sure money is put on each bill back home.
I think I may have to stay in Atlanta a couple of weeks longer just to break even on my own bills, b/c if I leave at the end of the month as planned, outside of the money I need to get home, the majority of my second to last paycheck will go to bills. When I came down here in May, I intended on spending money on a Gym Membership, buying new clothes, and just getting ahead on some of my own bills in addition to saving money. But it seems as if as soon as I mailed that first paycheck home, more and more bills have started to creep up. And you know what the funny thing about all that is? They aren’t even my bills.
Is it too much to ask to just be able to spend my money on what I want need to spend it on? I could see if I was going out buying flatscreen TV’s, PS3’s and what not every two weeks, then I wouldn’t have a problem sending money back home. But I do have a problem with sending money home because it’s gotten to the point where I have to push back necessities such as scheduled maintenance for my car, (hell, even something as simple as a car wash) and even to where I’ve had to dip into my school books/ supply money that I set aside for next term to make sure everything was straight at home.
This more or less can be blamed on my mother. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother and I appreciate everything she’s done for me and is still doing for me, but she needs to be more accountable with her money. It’s like, she’d be the first person to say that she’s broke, but she manages to have money to put on her yearly cruise or money to buy cigarettes or whatever. I’ve told her on several occasions, that if she were to cut out some of her frivolous purchases, or even go after my sister for that high ass water bill, she would be better off, and she would have more money to spread around on the necessities. But of course, she didn’t listen to what I said, and I stopped right there because I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. I honestly don’t know what else to do at this point.
Random Thought of the Moment: “Somebody in my immediate family needs to win the lottery, and it damn sure ain’t me (although that definitely would be nice if I did).”
The Song of the Moment: “Woodstock” by Alice Smith