Social Pressure... dun dun dun dunununun
I checked Facebook and all of a sudden, Kim "The Hammer" Martin has a six-month old baby. I was not aware that she was pregnant. I knew she got married, and that felt like six months ago, but most likely it's actually been around two years. Crazy. Her husband is Mozambican, and she managed to get his ass here in a timely manner, unlike me.
Q's situation is a little different. He's the first born male, he has to support his extensive family. Bringing him here, he will be unable to make money for at least five years, and I'm unwilling to support an entire Mozambican family for that long. I know it's not that much, but I'm a resentful bitch. I've already convinced myself that I need to support Dio through nursing school. It's like having to pay child support when the kid lives with their mother. I want Dio to have a good life, so I'm doing what I can to make that happen. I don't want him to worry and I want to take some of the burden off his parents, so they can educate Dio's younger siblings. And Q is ensuring that his own siblings are capable of taking care of themselves and their mother, so that if he does stay here they all don't become malnourished. #thirdworldproblems
I know I've said this before, but for some reason it's giving me anxiety right now: I'm not looking forward to having a partner who is going to have to go through undergraduate school. I don't like having the pressure of being the breadwinner, particularly since the WASH sector does not pay all that well. Non-profit salaries are paltry. I know it's only 4-5 years and that one day he'll earn money, too. Probably not a whole lot of it, since he plans to go into education. But enough to make a decent life.
These are my current anxieties. They are big ones. As shallow as it is, I want to make sure that I can maintain a certain quality of life for myself and all potential children and that I don't kill myself if I want to buy ridiculous Mallorcan shoes (they are nice I like them). Alas...
Q's situation is a little different. He's the first born male, he has to support his extensive family. Bringing him here, he will be unable to make money for at least five years, and I'm unwilling to support an entire Mozambican family for that long. I know it's not that much, but I'm a resentful bitch. I've already convinced myself that I need to support Dio through nursing school. It's like having to pay child support when the kid lives with their mother. I want Dio to have a good life, so I'm doing what I can to make that happen. I don't want him to worry and I want to take some of the burden off his parents, so they can educate Dio's younger siblings. And Q is ensuring that his own siblings are capable of taking care of themselves and their mother, so that if he does stay here they all don't become malnourished. #thirdworldproblems
I know I've said this before, but for some reason it's giving me anxiety right now: I'm not looking forward to having a partner who is going to have to go through undergraduate school. I don't like having the pressure of being the breadwinner, particularly since the WASH sector does not pay all that well. Non-profit salaries are paltry. I know it's only 4-5 years and that one day he'll earn money, too. Probably not a whole lot of it, since he plans to go into education. But enough to make a decent life.
These are my current anxieties. They are big ones. As shallow as it is, I want to make sure that I can maintain a certain quality of life for myself and all potential children and that I don't kill myself if I want to buy ridiculous Mallorcan shoes (they are nice I like them). Alas...