djxizodu
Well-Known Member
this the toxic BS that I’m talking about. You described mental illness. The fact that he was so obsessed with having “money” that was just numbers on paper, that he didn’t even spend it and lead a comfortable life is the stuff that is truely saddening.My sister’s father in law was a crusty old new englander. He served as a submarine officer during WW2, worked as an engineer after the war, and retired in 1975. He never earned a salary over $30,000 (pretty good money in 1975). He was nearly blind by the time he was 90, so my sister and her husband, both recently retired, moved back east to help him the last few years. His list of frugal behaviors was long and irritating, including insisting on rinsing and reusing the trash bags, and heating the farmhouse only with wood (which my then 68 year old brother in law was expected to split). The furniture coverings were worn out, the roof needed to be patched, and there was a long list of other needs he wasn't managing. He wore patched 20 year old clothes and had only three pairs of footwear: work boots, snow boots, and church shoes. That’s it. My sister assumed he was struggling to live on his social security. When he became too blind to see my sister had to take over his banking. She and her husband were amazed to see that he had no debt, almost five thousand dollars in his checking account, and almost $2 million in his investment account. When they informed him that he had plenty of money to make repairs and add some comfort to his life he refused to do it. He was STILL worried about running out of money. I think it’s because during the worst of his childhood poverty there was no government safety net. No freebies. No unemployment. No “snap” benefits. People expected to provide for themselves or risk being without food and shelter. (In those days the society would not have tolerated tens of thousands of people sleeping and pooping on sidewalks…the cops would have removed them.) His life was very hard until after WW2 and his childhood left an indelible mark. I‘m concerned that the modern “everybody gets a trophy” message (regardless of contribution or performance) has left an indelible mark too.
my father had a car but had to sell it when he was 22. A rather legendary car. He would talk about it and my brother and I grew up going to car shows and him talking about his car. He worked hard. Didn’t spend much money when we were growing up unless it was on the business or his family. After my brother and I moved out I tried multiple times to get him to buy the same kind of car but he would refuse because “it was too much money”. He had roughly 4xs the cost of the car in his checking account during that time but he was such a tight wad that he wouldn’t spend the money because of irrational made up fears.
I was finally in a place in my life, as was my brother, that we went and bought the car and gave it to him because he would have never bought it himself.
2 days later he paid us cash for the car and it had zero impact on his financial or living situation other than that he had this car, finally. But what he can’t get back are those 20-30 years when he could have had the car and spent time with his sons with it. I’m incredibly glad that we can spend time with him now, but I always wonder what we missed out on.
he will spend 3 hours dicking around with something to save $5 when his time cost him $300 because he didn’t take care of other things. It’s sad. And it has really held him back. I refuse to have that happen to me.
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