I hate money. It makes people argue, its always on people's minds, and frankly, it isn't that great.

So when my sister and I got into an argument over money, I almost immediately did not want to be there.
We were both hired to help out a friend family, driving them to the airport for their big vacation to save on long-term parking, etc. Long story short, we argued over how we would split the payout.

My sister demanded equal shares. I was reluctant. Already this is sounding so nice.

My sister hordes things. She likes having money and does not like spending it, so as a result, she tends to have far more money than anyone in my house. Now, she does work for it. She babysits, which is an extremely cushy position. The problem is, she does not seem to know that.

Earlier this summer, in two weeks, she earned more than three times my normal paycheck. Money paid to her in cash, with no tax implications. Money that she would, numerous times, sit and count at the kitchen table in full view of the entire family.

I can forgive all of this. She's very young, in spite of her age. She doesn't quite realize what life's like for the rest of the world, not just myself. She's panicking, having just realized exactly how much a car of her own is going to cost her. She's even more panicked at the thought of our next youngest sister getting her learner's permit. She will have to share the family car, full-time. Her well-ordered world-view is falling apart.

And, yes, perhaps I am greedy.

But what I can not forgive is the fact that, during our argument, she said that she needed the money because she did not want to end up like me.

Me. The pink-haired, unemployed college fuck-up. No car, no money, no boyfriend, no prospects.

I do not put a lot of stock in the opinions of others, but to have my own sister consider my situation the worst possible option is not something I can forget.

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