The family pictured above is not the
actual family discussed in this post. Dashuh sent me an article from
Elle Decor in which a writer by the name of Sarah Scott talked about
the pain of having to make a huge sacrifice to have her dream home. I
will include parts of her post in this. When I first read it I
thought it was a gag article. When Dashuh first sent it I wondered
why the comment section was on fire because of a woman talking about
what she and her husband had to do to get their dream home. Then I
read it and my eyes were rolling so much that it was hard to focus on
what I was reading.
By the way, I will say that Dashuh does
not support the views expressed in the article because she is a
logical human being.
“We built a luxury dream home but can
only afford to have two children. Most people do not understand this
statement.”
This is very true. Most of us are smart
enough to never say that out loud to friends let alone write about it
in a widely read magazine (online). I mean, who still reads magazine?
What is this? 1998? Also, what is this “luxury” you speak of?
Does it come in bacon flavor?
“My husband and I purchased our dream
home entirely on our own. Money wasn't gifted for our down payment
nor did we expect that. There is a certain sense of pride that comes
with saving up, living off canned food for an entire year, buying
consignment instead of new, and then making your dreams a reality
without any handouts. By our early thirties, we were able to sell our
first starter home, to build the fully-loaded luxury home of our
dreams.”
Oh, good for you! I totally said that
Christian Bale style. End of story! Right? No. She has established
that she and her husband survived living off of canned food to be
able to get their dream home. Most people do it just to
live...period. Also, she had to buy consignment instead of getting
new things. The horror! And they had to wait until they were in their
early 30's to sell their starter home. The shame of it all! What
country would make a family live this way? Thanks, Obama...
“With that said, certain sacrifices
had to be made for this dream to come true for us. The first being
that we can only afford to have two children. We are able to afford
one family vacation a year (using a timeshare that we purchased in
full as newlyweds). We kept to a budget for other large expenses that
came with our latest move like a ride-on lawnmower, gardening
supplies, a fenced in yard for our dogs, and a generator. Our happy
children have everything they need (not everything they want) and I
am able to stay home with them while they are young because of the
carefully premeditated financial choices we have made. None of this
just happens. We prioritize, stick to our plans, and are teaching our
young children about self-control by living as their example.”
I hate this lady. Okay, maybe hate is a
strong word. Or not strong enough. Its time for Evil Dante to finish
this because I just can't deal with this.
So this bitch is upset that she can
only have two kids? There are a lot of people that can't have one kid
let alone two! And it is because their bodies physically can not do
it, they can't afford a surrogate, all those science treatments to
have kids, or because if they have one more mouth to feed they will
all starve. A yard for her dogs? Fuck outta here. And who the fuck
has a generator? When my family lost power we just lost power. I
don't give a fuck who you are, if you have a lawnmower that you can
ride on that means you are rich and have a lawn so big it needs a machine to carry you.
“However, our story comes with a
deeply rooted secret. We weren't planning on this change of heart
when we purchased our home but we would like to have one more child.
My uterus literally aches despite the fact that logic suggests we
can't afford it right now. After talking it over, and trying to
adjust the budget, we have come to the conclusion that the decision
to buy our dream home last year has eliminated the possibility of
having any more children. Unless circumstances suddenly change, in
order to have one more child, we would need to downsize. This would
mean another move and tearing our two kids away from the house they
now call a home. And it would mean that I would need to return to
work full-time, taking away from the quality time our two children
enjoy having with me and putting them (and the hypothetical third
child) in daycare which my teaching salary would probably just barely
afford. Our annual vacation would disappear because we would need to
sell the timeshare to make up the difference.”
Whah! They can't afford a third child!
She doesn't have the ability to not have kids. She can but maybe
she'll have to put the dogs up for adoption, but then what would she
do with her fenced in yard?! What of the yard?! They have realized by
having their dream home, the motherfucking dream home, they can't
afford to have another kid. The rivers will run salty with the tears
of those that sympathizes with her tale or woe! There are a lot of
mothers out there that do not have the option to stay home and take
care of their kids. That shit is rarer than a burger from Umami.
Wait. Did this bitch say “annual vacation” and “timeshare” in
the same sentence? Oh, fuck you!
“Understandably, something has to
give and unfortunately, in this case, it's our mutual dream of having
another child. My husband is able to accept this, I am not, and to be
honest, this has caused some heartache. I have begun to resent the
dream house and our decision to buy it. It's a strange mourning
process I can't really discuss openly with others, mainly because
people our age often don't plan as meticulously as we do. I certainly
don't expect others to understand and I am beginning to move past it,
but then a beautiful newborn is set in my arms and I have to start
the process all over again. Sometimes, I can see us living in a
smaller, older home somewhere, selling this one, and adjusting to
accommodate life with a third child in a home that is definitely
anything but a dream, but then I overhear our boys having a blast
playing in our big, beautiful, safe backyard, or listen to their
laughter billowing out of the colorful playroom space we have created
and designed just for them, and I know this was always meant to be
our forever home. This is the American dream and we are in it, living
it, every day, just the four of us. With that said, the sacrifice has been
made. Because we live in this dream home, we can only afford to have
two children. It's our quiet sacrifice but it's also our beautiful
life, well-earned and fully-lived.”
I wish Bane were a real person so he
could show up at her door and scare the shit out of her. This isn't
me being mad that this lady and her husband were able to do what most
of the country can't. I'm annoyed that she has the nerve to even
begin to bitch about what she doesn't have: an extra kid. She has a
husband she doesn't want to kill, two healthy children with no random
fucking mental illnesses, a huge roof over her head that she has
always dreamed of, and she has the ability to stay home and raise her
kids. She can go straight to hell with her complaints. If I were her
husband I would have suggested she not post this.
I just want to shout at her “You have
everything you want! You want more?! Tough shit!” She must never
leave the house, watch the news, or talk to someone that has real
problems. I can't begin to sympathize with this lady. If I had a
friend like this I'd grab any random person off the street and say
“Tell my friend here your story.” I don't want her to feel bad,
but stop bitching about having a little bit of dust on your goddamn
diamond.
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