I never really look down on a person for not having the things that I am fortunate enough to have, materialistic of course. I have a car that runs, decent clothing, standard household possessions and well I live in public housing, I dont have the nicest appliances, my tub is worn and torn and my walls have been patched in places (probably from domestic abuse situations)
My parents had normal things while I was growing up. Well from the age of ten on, my middle brother and I lived pretty comfortably. Not high end by any means, we had a house, my parents had reliable cars, we had a boat for the lakes.
I never felt less than.
Today, I looked up “Viking Ranges” and I feel like a complete charity case.
Thanks, brain for making me think that his exes expensive choices in how she prepares meals and my rent-free, government funded project stove somehow makes me less than.
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