Perl was right:
The mortgage, I've been paying it since we bought our house. It was almost impossible at first. We didn't split the bills, my wife and I. I paid the mortgage and the utilities...and the insurance on both. We've been in our home for 13 years. On $16/hour, it was tough, all I could do. After I started paying my daughter's university student loan, I started falling behind (dept/line of credit). I spent 25 years in a factory, sacrificing for my family. Nobody made me do this. I chose it. I wanted to provide for my family, like instinct and duty. Some say this is Toxic Masculinity. I say it is love. I realized for the first time last week that, anybody can pay our mortgage now. Groceries and clothing are now almost as much as I pay for our home. The mortgage--death contract--is not big deal anymore. It's trifling. Inflation has robbed me of my worth, my sacrifice. It's not appreciated, what I do, what I have done. It goes unnoticed. It's, "meh, no big deal." For years as I fought to tread water, racking up debt, paying for a car, house, utilities, insurance, working overtime, sacrificing career and dreams, inflation has made me unappreciated as I will have lived a life and entered the grave doing no more than the minimum expected of me.
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