I'm not sure what you mean. Everything costs money and the fact is, he didn't want for anything. He had a computer in his room (an old one, no internet, just to play on) when he was like 8. He would play on it and write little stories. He had a TV in his room pretty much his whole life. He had video game systems and games. But it was never enough. Not ever. He would want a new game and they're like $60, so we'd tell him to save his allowance or wait for a special occasion like Xmas or birthday. I don't remember what his allowance was, but as a teenager I'm sure got like $40 twice a month or more. But he wouldn't do it. He'd spend his money as soon as he got it and save nothing. Then when he'd finally get it he'd complain because all the other on-line gamers got it when it first came out and now it's been months and they're all better than him and he's a noob and it's no fun.
Nothing we ever did seemed to be good enough.
He had friends who literally lived in shacks...houses that I wouldn't even consider living in. We had a nice, not fancy but middle-class nice, house in a decent neighborhood. He didn't care. His friends had no rules, larger allowances, their parent's bought gaming computers instead of paying a house-payment apparently. He wanted that. It was always "things" with him.
I truly hate money. Jabber and I have stopped playing the lottery. God forbid we be the one in 100,000,000,000 who wins (people do after all). Our son would be unbearable. We'd have to abandon him entirely in order to have any peace.
I think you are right. His biodad was much like that...not really money, but the "fun" aspect.
Do you know the song, "All I Want To Do (Is Have Some Fun)" by Sheryl Crowe? That song signaled the end of my first marriage.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday
In a bar that faces a giant car wash
The good people of the world are washing their cars
On their lunch break, hosing and scrubbing
As best they can in skirts in suits
They drive their shiny Dotsons and Buicks
Back to the phone company, the record store too
Well, they're nothing like Billy and me, cause
[Chorus]
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
That song came on the radio and I looked at him and said, "That's you, isn't it? That's how you want to live your life, playing while everyone is working?" That was when I realized he was never going to be one of the "good people of the world".
Seems so wrong that he disappeared from my son's life when he was only 5, but apparently had such an influence genetically.
