Being of Little Means

My heart aches today. 

It aches because I learned a very big lesson; never make friends with people who have more money than you.

Well...don't make someone who has more money than you your best friend.

Maybe this is a generalized statement but...there it is.

I realized today that the person in question actually infuriates me and that over the years this person has always left me feeling like I am some how lesser. 

Lesser because I've never made more than minimum wage, I've never been able to go out to expensive dinners, or just go shopping whenever I want.  I was always okay with that, its how I had always lived; even as a child. 

But then...I always felt excluded because I couldn't afford to go.  I felt like being invited was always a way of rubbing it in my face.  Then I got an office job that pays more than minimum wage...I still live pay check to pay check but it was easier to pick up my own tab and it made me feel really good about myself and my hard work.

I wrote recently of fighting for what you stand up for...that blog, like this one, was inspired by the same person. 

Today my friendship ended because this person wanted to add fuel to the fire, and wanted to remind me of their expensive high horse.  When I returned fire their response was "I don't care and I don't have time for this : )" making me feel as if I was the immature one for proving a point.  That just because my beliefs were different from theirs didn't make either of us wrong...but "I don't care and I don't have time for this : )"
It is as simple as I called this person out and they didn't like it.