Desperate For His Actions

Hello, Let me explain my story briefly. In March 2015, I received a golden opportunity for a well-paid job in the IT sector in Belgium. Without thinking, I left in order to save money and one day secure a better life in Bulgaria. The company employs specialists from all over the world and there were 5 compatriots with whom we became close after a certain period. The people in question were very radiant, smiling and positive. We started going out often and it immediately struck me that they were spending money. They keep commenting on where in the world they have been, who has been to how many places, who has bought what and slowly began to stock me and their way of life. At work, in the morning, at noon and in the evening, they ate more and more at stingy restaurants and invited me with them, so that I would not leave the team and not go behind, I would go with them. In the beginning I went shopping from the nearby supermarket and cooked in my apartment so that a lot of money would not be spent on restaurants, I still aimed to save, but my colleagues started to almost hint that I was miserable considering my salaries. in the company. Many times we talked about various topics about life, I shared my ambitions and goals that I came to save. For them, however, it was foolish to save money on this job, given that it opened up many opportunities for me, such as traveling the world, maintaining a high standard of living without depriving yourself of anything, and a bunch of other things, many Bulgarians dreamed of living like this. . We are young now and we have to live to the max. Coming into their company and listening to their advice, I began to turn from a saver into a waster without realizing that I was being manipulated, and so I indulged in large expenses with them. Regular dining at restaurants, on vacation trips around the world (Dubai, Havana, Palma de Mallorca, and many more places). And so for 3 years I lived in crazy expenses and it constantly occurred to me that saving was a mistake, and that we live a life and we have to live it to the max. Nostalgia for Bulgaria attracted me even after 3 years of work and I decided to return and try in the same sector in Sofia. Shortly before I left, I gave a big loan to a colleague with the promise to repay it by next month, because he urgently needed money, to repay a loan to his uncle, but we worked together for 3 years and knew each other well. After I returned to Bulgaria, the person in question, to whom I had given a loan, ignored me and dragged me with a considerable amount of money, and we wrote to each other for a while, after which they stopped answering. After a while in Bulgaria I started to regret that I spent so much money, and I realized that my friends / colleagues in question had manipulated and used me most brazenly and basely. Because many times in restaurants I have paid the bill for everyone without asking for the money as they did the same in smaller amounts as the bill. I gave them money that I did not want back, as they gave me, but in smaller amounts than I gave. When I shared my goals and dreams with them, it was as if they were jealous that I wanted to build some things to save money, and in order not to fall behind financially, they decided to untie me, lest I become something more than them, because they spend their money on restaurants, holidays, expensive phones, watches, gadgets and have decided to use the Bulgarian potential (I don't want me to be good, I want Woote to be bad). They constantly encouraged me to spend with their advice, I even wasted more money than they spent and thus pulled me down financially. I am very sorry that I was so naive, trusting, I allowed myself to be manipulated. I couldn't make my dreams come true by living in crazy spending, wasting money lightly, giving away easily, and feeling like I was wasting my future because I lived with some delusion instilled in them that it's not right to save money. I have the feeling that I lived like a gentleman for a day * you had a give * or as some call it (when you eat meatballs you don't roar). Now I work in Sofia for a much lower salary than I got there, but this time I have decided to pursue my goals and not allow myself to be manipulated, as if I was a competitor for them and out of envy they can't swallow someone to have more money than them and have to crush him financially to keep him below their level so as not to feel worse. If the next colleague is a Bulgarian and has goals and ambitions, he will probably be the next victim who will be crushed financially by the envious.