last tri in 83 wrote:
I grew up lower middle class. My mom didn't work and I think my dad topped out at $50k with a ton of overtime. All this with six kids. My wife grew up upper middle class.
There are times you deal with bitterness, like when you are working during Christmas break and all your friends have gone skiing. Or when you friends have gone to Cancun on spring break and you are working. Or when your friends go tot he beach for two weeks in the summer and you are......working.
Thinking back to that time, my wife pitched in occasionally for groceries or dinner. No talks on class struggles, just a little gentle help when I had no funds.
I wouldn't have had it any other way. My past molded me to the person I am today. A hard working mofo that doesn't give up.
That's a great point. My folks were middle class. I started working in 7th grade (paper route) and with few exceptions never really stopped. My Father could have bought me stuff, to include a car in HS if he'd chosen, but he didn't so choose. He was a good guy, but one of the tenants, I think, of the WW2 generation was that kids are supposed to be quiet and industrious vs. the objects of generous gifts and effusive praise. He could have helped me with college, but he didn't. In retrospect I can't really explain this, but the issue of him helping me pay for college simply never came up. If someone had told me in 1980 that parents were obligated to pay for their kid's college, I'd have stared at them with mouth agape. As a result, college was an 8yr tour because I had to work to make ends meet.
And it was all really damned fun. It turned me into a relatively self-disciplined bundle of hilarity with an obsession re. personal responsibility.
When a person looks back at their greatest times, austerity won't be a downer, it will be part of the punch line to the great story of the moment. Hell, a college roommate and I would occasionally double-date on dollar movie night. We'd insist that the dates each bring $2. But we wouldn't tell them why until we actually got to the theater. For you Packer fans, that roommate is now the chief of police in Green Bay.
BarryP wrote:
A friend of mine was dating a girl in HS. He was a year out and she was a senior. He went into the service and married her so that she could come along on his assignments (or however you say that. He gets stationed somewhere and she comes along and lives with him. Needed to be married to do that.)
They had their ups and downs, bought a house, two children, etc. Anyway, she's bat shit crazy, demanding, treated him like dirt, and did not age well. A few years ago she went on the prowl and eventually cheated on him with the 40 year old virgin guitar player of my band, who was working at a book store and living with his parents at the time.
He could have used some commander guidance at the time.
Military marriages are inevitably under huge stress. Spouses, especially if they are leaders, can work brutal hours w/o end, and then get deployed for a year or more. With so much unhappiness, infidelity is rampant. I'm so glad I got out. So many people were so unhappy.
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