Oh my, I wish I could sit and have coffee with you. I was raised to believe we were poor. I grew up with my little brother and parents in a cramped one bedroom/one bathroom apt. We never went anywhere or did anything because we didn't have money. Yet my dad was always buying antiques. Our apt was crammed. Years later when my parents moved into a house the antique hoarding grew. Anyways, last year, after my parents had both just passed I found a few binder, just like the one you describe. Full of those same receipts you describe. For all the antiques. One chair alone cost about 5000$ and this was in the 80s. We were never poor. My father just spent all the money he could have shared with his wife and kids on antiques that, in the end, I couldn't sell. Most of them ended up in the wood recycling unfortunately. I've kept the binder, for now. Thanks for shining a 🕯️. You aren't alone
Wow. Not what I was expecting at all. A friend of a friend once catalogued all of her online dates with their profiles and notes to make sure she never went out with the same guy twice I guess in her search for "the one." I wonder if you ever asked him why he saved all the receipts...shocking...
I’m hoping I’m confused … he gave you a binder with what he spent for your gifts over the years? College years expenses? Or everything in your life?
Any of those are horrible. I’m so sorry.
Everything. :/
Damn. Hit me right in the heart. Whoa.
Oh my, I wish I could sit and have coffee with you. I was raised to believe we were poor. I grew up with my little brother and parents in a cramped one bedroom/one bathroom apt. We never went anywhere or did anything because we didn't have money. Yet my dad was always buying antiques. Our apt was crammed. Years later when my parents moved into a house the antique hoarding grew. Anyways, last year, after my parents had both just passed I found a few binder, just like the one you describe. Full of those same receipts you describe. For all the antiques. One chair alone cost about 5000$ and this was in the 80s. We were never poor. My father just spent all the money he could have shared with his wife and kids on antiques that, in the end, I couldn't sell. Most of them ended up in the wood recycling unfortunately. I've kept the binder, for now. Thanks for shining a 🕯️. You aren't alone
I’m sorry, Dhana. <3 Thank you for sharing!
Wow. Not what I was expecting at all. A friend of a friend once catalogued all of her online dates with their profiles and notes to make sure she never went out with the same guy twice I guess in her search for "the one." I wonder if you ever asked him why he saved all the receipts...shocking...
Speechless. Leaves me wanting to know so much more...and yet it was a perfect ending to the essay.