adding up

by rantywoman

I fear this post is going to put the “bitter” back in “thebitterbabe.”  If nothing else, it’s a good example of why I feel the need to remain anonymous.  I couldn’t be this honest otherwise.

Tonight a photo on the dreaded Facebook made me angry.  It was posted by a nice woman I knew in college, someone I’ve never had any beef with.  Today, however, she posted a photo of her family (she and her husband have three young children ) in front of the enormous house they just purchased in a tony zipcode.  Small houses in that area start at half a million.

The thing is, her husband is not a hedge fund manager.  He works in a profession where he may be pulling in around 100k, give or take.  While that could take you far in some parts of the country, in my current city lots of people making that kind of money still live in apartments.  Same with the area of the country they are residing in.

So what gives?  She doesn’t work.  I feel, somehow, lied to, as if there has to be more to the story.  I’m guessing something along the lines of a fairy grandmother passing away and leaving a million dollar inheritance.  It just doesn’t add up.

Why does it matter?  Why am I angry?

I suppose I feel misled.  It’s like looking at hundreds of magazine photos of models who are somehow cellulite-free, only to learn they have all been airbrushed.  There’s that feeling of failure– why am I still living in an apartment, unable to afford even one child?  If there is more to the story, if it is indeed impossible for the average professional to afford their lifestyle in today’s economy, then I have been made to feel bad over something that has no reflection on me or my abilities.

In any case, that is exactly what I need to remember in the long one.  In cases like this it is best to keep the blinders on.