Funny story time:
A while ago (edit because I can't quite remember when we had this conversation?) I was talking to my friend B, who is incredibly wealthy. He said that even though I'm gay, we could marry and then divorce whenever we find the right people. In the meantime -- during the marriage -- his parents would grow fond of me and even after the divorce leave me with a lot of money. His parents like handing out money to people they know who don't have it. Supposedly, I've seen 0 evidence. I have no way to know how serious he was being, because I have seen him date gay women before who all would eventually cut him off, including a friend of mine who says he's very naive about how to treat ladies, but I assumed he was joking anyway and decided to be silly back. I told him, "Dude, my grandparents are wealthy as shit and I still grew up just barely out of poverty."
[That is mostly true, but they did swoop in and save us occasionally. For example, when my dad spent our immediate family's entire money on drugs and alcohol and literal junk on the Internet (he was a classic hoarder), we lost the house and became homeless. Except we didn't make it to the homeless point, because my dad's stepmom and his biological father -- the one who is possibly quietly Jewish and wasn't taught Russian -- swooped in, bought our house, and became my mom's landlords. My dad financially abuses them. But the rest of us know we're very, very lucky, because most people don't have a wealthy family member who swoops in and saves the day. Even with Nestle's surgery, when she found out I was crowdfunding, she found the site and paid the full amount of what was left, and told me to tell her if Nestle needed any more money.
Yet, the point was that I don't like asking for money, and preferred crowdfunding to doing so, and she isn't quite involved in my life as emotional support because of reasons -- so why would B's parent's fund me any more than they do? And why would I suddenly get comfortable with it? I'd rather ask my mom, who is far from upper class, for help with food!]
Fast forward to early this morning. B called me and decided to make a reference, jokingly, to the marriage, by saying, "Just don't let my dad find out you're not rich! wink, wink," and then he moved on. It was right after I told him that I wanted to rent an apartment and also hire people to clean this house, but I can't afford it. He was definitely meaning his parents might fund it, not literally meaning I should marry him. (He's dating right now.)
Apparently my mom heard him say that while she was going down the stairs, and she told me just now that B's dad must be pretty rude.
Out of context it really did seem like that, I thought it was funny. Not haha funny, sort of interesting and weird funny, but the moral of the story is don't eavesdrop and assume :p
Too bad I don't have a shitton of money, though, it probably would fix this house, but it would be awkward to get help for this house at this point. My grandmother would probably faint
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on a less weird note, soy milk and malt ovaltine taste nice together