Things that kind of hurt.
Me: Daddy! Look at this! *excitedly showing the letter of eligibility to Tau Beta Pi*
Dad: What’s this? *reads*
Me: I’m eligible! It’s an honor society!
Dad: Good… Do we have to pay?
I know we’re not exactly the richest family, but does finances have to come into every little good thing we come across? Can’t you just be proud of me?
He did this in middle school or high school, too. I got a letter from the National Honor Society recognizing my achievements. Told me to ignore it. Didn’t even want to get the plaque with my name on it because we’d have to pay for it.
Didn’t order senior portraits either.
Whatever. Daddy issues.
