Money doesn't solve problems, it creates them.

[fuchsiascreams]

I'm really fucking pissed off. I asked my dad to send $250 to EPSI so that I could talk to Brandon, but he decided that no, that is not an appropriate amount, so he was going to send what HE deemed appropriate to send, which was $110, and keep the rest. Which is like, okay, great. We already owe $90 on there, so we;ll be able to talk for less than two hours before we get cut off again (two hours = $28). When I told him that he was like, "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't know". OKAY, WELL, I DID, AND MAYBE THAT'S THE REASON WHY I ASKED YOU TO SEND $250 AND NOT $110. I'm so FUCKING tired of people trying to tell me how THEY think I should be spending my money. How the fuck does he have a right to tell me how to spend it? After I give him the rent money that we agreed on, he has absolutely NO right whatsoever to either a) tell me how to spend my money, b) take my money, or c) take the money that I give him and invest it towards something else that HE thinks I should be investing in (like clothes or art supplies or the rats or saving up for university). I love that I have disability because now I can talk to Brandon and I feel a lot less guilty about forcing my dad to take care of me (because I pay room and board now), but on the other hand, it's like.. ever since I got it, it's as though the only fucking thing I'm worth is the $805 ($9660 a year - that's not a lot, and not nearly enough to live on independently) I get per month. My first cheque was $1900 and it was gone in less than a week because almost everyone I know asked me for some money. Even Brandon's done it. I sent $250 to his mom and he got her to take $50 from it and give it to him so that he could buy food and shampoo and razors and stuff. It's like, wow. How dare you? How dare fucking ANY of you decide how I'm going to spend MY money? The fact that I sent it to your mom, Brandon, doesn't mean that now it's hers and she can do whatever she wants with it. The fact that you have my bank password, dad, and I ask you to send money orders for me doesn't mean that now you get to decide how my money is spent. And no, mom, I don't owe you anything just because you gave birth to me and have been buying me birthday and Christmas presents for 21 years. I almost don't even want disability anymore because even though I can pay for the rats, and give money to my dad, and talk to Brandon (which is very helpful to me mentally because he's 99% of my support system), it has majorly complicated many of my relationships with friends and family because they all think I should be spending my money this way, or that way, or giving it to them.

Really fucking pissed at my dad.