I think I knew even in that glass office that I was paying for a feeling and not a car. New cars are kind of a luxury that pretend to be sensible. Someone else already paid the depreciation on that three year old one. I was so busy trying to feel like I'd arrived somewhere that I let someone charge me for the privilege of that feeling.
I don't think I fully understood that a credit file is like a receipt you can't throw away. The debt is gone but the record of how it behaved stays there for six years. I knew that abstractly. I did not know it in any way that changed what I actually did.
I'm honestly not sure it was a catastrophic mistake. The flat I didn't get, I've thought about it less and less. Maybe that's just how time works.
I think if I had just given him the money from the start. Told him it was a gift. Don't worry about it. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe not, I don't know. But the loan sat between us and it grew into something. Every time I didn't mention it, it was still there. Every time he saw my name come up on his phone he probably thought about it, and I think that kind of thing makes people shrink away from you, not because they are bad people but because debt is a specific kind of shame and some people cannot look at the person who knows about it.
I do not blame him, exactly. I do understand it.
But I also did not do anything wrong. That is the thing I keep coming back to on the drive home at six in the morning. I helped him when he asked. I was not sending weekly reminders. I was not aggressive. I just. Yeah.
If you are going to lend money to someone you actually care about, write it off in your head first before you hand it over. Decide it is a gift and then give it. Because if there is any part of you, even a quiet part, that is expecting it back, it will change how you feel every month it does not arrive. Even if you say nothing. Even if you are very careful about how you say nothing. It changes something and I think they can feel that somehow. I think they really can.