After I got married, Mom and Dad got some kind of amnesia. They told me that I should propose to Sara, that we had nothing to worry about-they would help with housing and future children. But they blew it on the first one.
Prices went up by leaps and bounds, and there were no wages. Already in our first year together, the rent on the apartment went up, and Sarah was also fired. She is still actively looking, goes to job interviews, but can not stay somewhere so we get by on the minimum wage for an internship, which she receives, and my two jobs. I work in a cab company, and I also drive an occasional poor man. If I could get a permanent job with him, it would be great, but we only get three or four rides a month. And that’s not enough money to cover everything. And we are also trying to save up for at least an investment in a new house. We just need a place of our own, especially when the time comes to have children.
My parents don’t want to help, and they also ask me about my grandchildren. When I say that we have no time, and there is no reason to, when we are broke, and from my father I hear only reproaches about my work and advice to get a third job, this time a “normal” one.
And they have amnesia about what they promised to help.
– We couldn’t say that, what are you making up? You’re a big boy, almost twenty-six now. What parental help? You’re the one who’s supposed to help us. Your mother and I aren’t young anymore, you know. What if someone gets sick or needs an operation? Don’t be such a sissy, get to work!
I feel like I was tricked and dumped hard. I have no money and no prospects. It remains to hope that the crisis somehow by itself will pass, and everything will get better. And we’ll get along without my parents.