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[–] JopharVorin ago 

LOL Both my kids actually have a trust fund. If they did absolutely nothing, I'll still support them. Their fund is equated with the initial amount they started with and they can only take out so much per month. It works out to about $900 a month. ;-)

Hell yeah, that's great! haha But you know which type I'm talking about. The thing is, it shows no religious or color barrier. They are usually all the same, though. The uppity, yuppy-types or whatever.

my son used some of his while he was in college and first moved to Peru.

Have you been down there yet?

I'm probably a little more lenient than you

haha I have my days. I try not to be a slave driver but I expect participation in reality. I've told them over and over that we come from generations of hard-working families and that nothing good comes easy most of the time. Nothing feels better than earning it all yourself with no help.

They'll need to work, if they want to remotely enjoy life. I won't let them go hungry, but they can survive on Ramen noodles

Exactly. I tell them all the time when they complain they are hungry. I'm like: "you don't know what hungry is!".

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[–] TheBuddha [S] 0 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago 

I know exactly what you mean/meant. I just figured I'd take a moment to explain that my kids do have trust funds but it sure as fuck isn't what people would expect me to give them.

When I die, I'm really (percentage-wise) not actually leaving them a fuck of a lot. Most of what I'm leaving them isn't actually for them. I've set up funds that will pay for their children's college, for example. If they don't have kids, they don't get that money. It goes to the land trust. Much of what I own is deeded to a land trust.

My kids will get plenty. I'm not leaving them all of it. They don't need it. They will not be given silver spoons. (They will be given quite a bit as compared to most people, but they'll get a small percentage of the total.)

The grandkids are taken care of. There's still the farm to deal with, but I'm working (slowly) on getting that set up with the University of Maine's agricultural extension. Right now, that'd end up in probate. I haven't actually figured out what to do with that yet.

Yes, yes I've been making end-of-life plans since I retired. I don't want to leave my kids with a hassle and I don't want there to be any doubt about my wishes. Trusts... I love me some trusts. Unless the world's economy completely collapses, I'll have left behind things that will last a long time.

As for Peru? Yeah, that's actually kind of my fault.

I'd not only been to Peru, but I loved it there. I used to regale my son with tales of my trips to Peru. He was offered the chance to go on a summer project, with other students. They were getting DNA samples of endangered species. He was in university to become a biologist. He got the chance to go to Peru for that project and he jumped at the chance.

He found a native Peruvian girl. He used to lie and say he was returning to college but taking a break. He's long since stopped lying.

She's beautiful, nice, loving, has a great family, etc... I didn't get to go visit this year, but he came up twice. I've been there a few times.

My kids have been pretty poor(ish). We were lower middle-class when my daughter was young. We were upper-middle class when my kids came to live with me. However, I was constantly on the road so I had to then pay for them to have a live-in nanny, which brought us right back down to middle-class. Which is why I kept paying for my drug habit with my music!

i wasn't home much, due to work. That was true until I sold my company but that was when my son was just entering middle school and my daughter was nearing the end of high school. In fact, my daughter graduated high school while we still lived in North Carolina. She never really lived in Maine, while my son spent his formative years here.

Holy fuck, we still do gab like old ladies.

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[–] JopharVorin 0 points 1 point (+1|-0) ago 

Yes, yes I've been making end-of-life plans since I retired. I don't want to leave my kids with a hassle and I don't want there to be any doubt about my wishes. Trusts... I love me some trusts. Unless the world's economy completely collapses, I'll have left behind things that will last a long time.

I wish more people would do this. I truly do. The last thing I want is to leave my kids some fucked up mess. My wife and I have been planning for several years on end of life stuff, and we're young for such a thing. All of my land has to stay in the family. Its for future family. Anything less should be met with fire and bullets.

He found a native Peruvian girl. He used to lie and say he was returning to college but taking a break. He's long since stopped lying.

He had to make sure, Dad.

My kids have been pretty poor(ish). We were lower middle-class when my daughter was young. We were upper-middle class when my kids came to live with me. However, I was constantly on the road so I had to then pay for them to have a live-in nanny, which brought us right back down to middle-class.

I've been all of the above before marriage. When we first started out after marriage we were kinda poor for about 7 years. Then it all started picking up. Now, I consider us lower middle class even though that is a lie because I don't want to admit that we are better off than that because of my lustful hate for most upper middle class people. lolol We know the value of a dollar. Unfortunately, we have to rub elbows with a lot of well-to-doers and out of every 20 there might be one cool one who is down-to-Earth. You can only imagine the truth I lay on their smug asses. My wife constantly digs her fingernails into my ribs but I dont care. I have no respect for someone who was born rich. None. Very few of them earn it. Disclaimer: If you're cool, you're cool. I don't give a shit what you are.

Which is why I kept paying for my drug habit with my music!

Ha! Troof!

Holy fuck, we still do gab like old ladies.

AH AH AH We always do! Good grief.