Well, not the entire family, just my dad anyway.
I accompanied my mum to look for a new home, so at least next time when both of my folks, or when my brother comes back, they can have a permanent place to stay instead of crashing at a friend’s or relatives house.
We did find a great place. A less than two years old classy apartment. It was near my workplace and the location was great for shopping or dining. It was also in fantastic neighborhood.
Not to mention the price was good too.
Everything seemed to have worked out so well, and it was just a matter of signing the papers, that was when my dad stepped in.
“I only want a place with two bathrooms”.
Well, the place we found only had one. However, dad insisted on having two. I don’t even see the point of having two bathrooms. Even if you want one, it would be very difficult to find. Yet, the price is likely to be way over our budget.
I tried to convince dad again, however, the result was the same.
We did find one with two bathrooms. However, it was also 400k more.
Dad, I know you are loaded, but I don’t think you want to pay 400k for an additional set of toilet seat and a tub.
At the end of the day, yes, my dysfunctional dad ruined it all. No new home.
God, please help my dad…