Sometimes you don’t.
Today I do.
I bit the bullet and asked my grandfather for a loan for school. I HATE that I had to do that. I was so close to submitting an application for a loan when I decided to try to get a loan from him first. I know, never borrow money from family and all that shiz. Desperate times call for desperate measures though. If I would have stayed in school instead of quitting to get married and start a family, it would have been paid for in full by him. I know he is big on higher education. I know that I am asking him for a very good reason. It’s not like I am mooching to support a gambling or drug addiction habit...
Why do I still feel ashamed that I had to ask?
6 months ago