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Douglas Gray8 said:Wealth doesn't buy a better life. A rich guy drinks the same beer as everyone else.
A glass of water and a plate of food. That’s enough for someone living on a budget.
You make an average salary and live so quietly that nobody even knows you exist, far away from the media glare.
He’s wealthy, sure. But that comes with its own set of headaches. He's constantly looking over his shoulder because there are plenty of people out there just waiting to take advantage of him.
They took him out for the money. Now he’s got private security stationed right in front of his house, because honestly, what else can you do?
They can't ever just relax. Every single trip has to be a massive committee meeting first. They need constant consensus before they even step out the door.
Avoid the nosey types and the press. At night, there’s a police escort or private security on standby.
The guard's driver keeps a pot tucked under his seat. Where exactly is the freedom in that? If you ask me, it's a bit much.
Do you feel like you're taking a gamble every time you step out the front door?
You’ve got one house and a family to look after. He’s sitting on ten properties and a family of his own. Different worlds.
Let's be real about what's actually there. He’s only going to be living on one single property, because...
Spreading assets across the entire estate would be an exhausting undertaking. Besides, his collateral is...
He’s redundant. He's already got enough cash to be lost in his own head about what to do with it.
How does it differ from being poor?
Haven't read this much nonsense in a single thread for a long time.
Sure, money doesn't guarantee happiness. But it seems like the poor don't have a thing to worry about, while the wealthy spend every waking moment paranoid that someone's going to kill them.😕 You forgot to mention that the poor end up worrying about whether they can even afford to put food on the table or cover their utility bills.
Forget about having control over your schedule. Let’s talk about the quality of that time. You claim the wealthy aren't free because they live in fear, but you're ignoring the reality for everyone else. The poor aren't free either because they spend their lives trading every waking hour to someone else just to collect a paycheck. We could debate this forever. Money provides freedom and the power to dictate how you live your life. Of course, if a person is an idiot, no amount of capital will save them. But if you're broke, you're sidelined from the start. And I'm not just talking about material things.
Kids aren't born happy or carefree by default. That’s a myth. They’re only happy and carefree if they live in an environment that actually allows it... just like adults.
Lawrence Cruz said:Family law regulations have kicked in, which means there are certain restrictions on withdrawals. It’s not a bank policy—it's strictly legal regulation.
I don't believe savings accounts have hit those specific limits just yet.
If you need to withdraw more than the allowed amount, though, you'll have to head over to NOAA and request special authorization.
Regardless of how much people complain about this—myself included—we have to remember it's the child's assets. You can't just go out and sell stocks held in a minor's name or flip real estate on a whim...
Fine, the child's assets—that's one thing. But who actually has the legal authority to manage that wealth, represent them, and make the calls until they turn 18? Who is the actual guardian—the parent or the state?
We aren't talking about kids in foster care and whatever government checks were issued to them...
Lisa Hernandez3 said:I find this incredibly fascinating—mostly because it’s so far removed from my own situation. Examples like this really give hope to those perpetual cynics who seem afraid to actually live life. For women, specifically, if they wait too long, their chances of having more children diminish significantly. You end up potentially seeing only one child, often reaching that stage of parenting just as others are entering their "second youth" and finally relaxing now that their kids are grown. That sense that you might have wasted precious time—well, by definition, that realization hits a bit late. At that point, you just have to make the most of whatever you've got.
He actually wrote that the best thing you can possibly expect from death is simply having someone weep for you—which, I guess, is a rather touching sentiment.
Regarding that matter— I suppose I should probably mention that debts—well, they can really start to pile up if you aren't careful—but honestly, managing them is such a headache. It’s one of those things where everything seems fine until suddenly it isn't, I guess.Parenting—it’s really a two-way street between children and their parents, I suppose. We are, fortunately, civilized enough to understand and respect the various cycles of life. For me, the only parts of those old folklore tales that feel truly haunting or tragic are the episodes involving alienated elderly people. You know, those folks with sunken cheeks and dark circles under their eyes wandering near nursing homes—people I have to pass by, looking all mournful, while I'm just trying to go grab some pastries from a local bakery. Or perhaps it's the abandoned seniors who happen to own nice real estate, or even those who mutter to themselves at a red light—and when I look into their eyes, I can see both a son and a daughter living full, healthy lives elsewhere. It’s sad, really. The very least we can do is afford them a shred of basic dignity, if nothing else. And, I guess, that's exactly what we should expect in return.
I know of a case involving a woman in her fifties—someone who had perfectly healthy children, by all accounts—who passed away from cancer while literally lying in her own waste. Right there in her own home. All alone. And when I think about what she was actually doing to herself in those final moments—she was essentially killing herself, quite literally—it makes me lose all respect for our lack of basic human decency.
Whether I act or stay still... that’s my call. I make my own choices, regardless of whatever colorful mess of reasons drives them. Maybe it’s a gut feeling, maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s just duty, tradition, or habit. It doesn't matter. I choose my path because I want to, not because I’m looking for a payout. As Quincy put it, I'm not doing this expecting the same thing back. If I take care of my parents only because I expect my own kids to return the favor one day, then my intentions aren't honest. They're just a transaction.
Don't kid yourself. No mother has kids "for them." It’s always about the parent. Caring for a child is the bare minimum requirement for someone who brought a life into this world without that child's consent. If a mother "literally dies" for her children, that’s her own choice. The story about the mother lost to cancer is genuinely heartbreaking, sure. But my point stands: we don't have children just to have someone wipe our waste when we get old, whether we have one kid or five.
Assuming the OP actually meant what they wrote, here’s my take:
.. I don't get people who obsess over what happens to them after they're gone (🤣)—where they end up buried, what people say about them, whether anyone cries, all that nonsense. When I'm gone, I'm gone. Whether I'm in a cemetery or scattered over the Pacific doesn't matter to me..Particularly I have zero desire for my kids to weep over me (I have two)... quite the opposite, actually. If they remember me, I'd rather an occasional smile hit their face alongside the nostalgia..
Regarding this whole concept of children "owing" their parents (which seems to be the core of the argument about having five kids)—I think that "debt" isn't paid back to the parents, but through how we care for our own children. Our parents looked after us, so we look after ours, and the cycle continues. There is no such thing as a debt owed to a parent. It's one of the most absurd ideas out there, and it's pathetic that it persists as "truth" in so many parents' minds 👎
Stephanie, leave the kid in preschool a bit longer... What's the rush?
Regarding the topic... here is my two cents. 🙂
The core issue is the inconsistency. Grading criteria shift from one teacher to the next... That shouldn't happen. Standards ought to be universal.
But here we are. Some teachers are lenient, others aren't. Personally, I prefer the stricter graders.
Take my oldest daughter’s teacher. She falls into that "strict" category. She teaches them early on that grades have to be earned. She argues that those first few elementary years are exactly when you build work ethic. A bad grade won't ruin a child's future; when applying for high school, they mostly look at seventh and eighth-grade marks anyway. These early grades are basically just for showing off to the grandparents. Of course, kids need to understand this so they don't melt down over a C. For instance, my oldest keeps saying a B is her favorite grade. It’s become her thing. A B means exactly what it says—solid work. 👍 It is hard for her, though. And yes, parents were constantly complaining about her grades. I don't get it. 🤷All the kids in that class are making great progress, they're smart, and they're driven.
By comparison... my younger daughter's teacher (first grade) already hinted during the first parent meeting... basically said... "in the end, everyone will get an A." Needless to say, my kid isn't motivated. She studies, she puts in the effort, she gives the right answers... and still gets an A. Just like if Edward, George, Anna, or Mary... who didn't know nearly as much... also got an A. See the problem?
My take? Only people who want to save their kids the trouble of actually studying advocate for easy grading. 🤷
How little? His salary is $307...And if we cut it just a bit, say, enough so he actually has to pay $233...would those tiny $67 differences even matter? The kid would definitely feel the hit. I mean... what's the solution here? Just let him stop paying child support... there's your fix. 😵
You know that saying: "Having a child is a massive decision... It means agreeing to let your heart walk around outside your body forever"...