Well, that's great
Troy and I started discussing school payments, and when I say Troy and I, I mean I asked Troy if I could borrow say, 75 dollars. Which was mainly because with all my bills and everything coming up, I don't know if I can swing the 118 dollars before 8/1 all by myself. He can spend 700 dollars on a car stereo system, he can tell me he's taking some second shift opportunities, but when I tell him I might need to borrow some money, he mentally tries to add up my bills (as if he knows how much they cost) and attempts to subtract it from what he THINKS I get paid each month and acts as if he doesn't know where all my money goes. Putting it lightly, I'd have better luck asking my MOTHER for money than him at this point.
He asked for my helping looking up some ticker symbols for his class, and I obliged because I enjoy helping him, even if he thinks he's spending too much money on me, and he's giving me company abbreviations which are no help when it comes to looking up tickers or finding the right companies. I need one or the other to find the info but he's giving me neither and so I tell him it's pointless doing it this way because it won't work. He just gets all quiet and in so many words tells me he'll do it himself and I'm not helping very much. I get pissy and I get up and go put the phone away, he leaves the house and I grab my camera to go outside and breathe for a while but he takes it the wrong way and starts up his car and takes off and now I have no clue where the fuck he went or what he's doing/thinking and I'm not sure I want to know.
It hurts being reacted upon like that.
I don't like asking for help...
Yet, I felt I was safe asking it of him. I guess not. I guess I'll have to figure it out myself, again. Hello being broke. It felt like only yesterday....