It’s crazy to think that before his work dried up (an ever-present threat to freelancers) we didn’t really have a budget.
I lost a job, suffered through a broken engagement, and worried about my five-figure credit card debt. Enter Rich Friend and her fountain pen.
Our relationship was a smoothie blend of hotel living, boozy dinners, plane tickets, and general money wastage.
My parents had already been divorced for several years when I approached them with the question about how we’d pay for the wedding, but tensions between them were still quite high.
There is a mystery sleeping in bed with you every night, a mystery wrapped in an enigma wrapped in Snoopy pajamas, and you should shake it awake, ideally at 4:23 AM, and demand that it reveal its secrets.
Kevin slapped my back, and then gave me a long, tight hug. As he held me, I thought about how he had walked in one day to the reception venue that I had slowly been paying off during the year before our wedding. He had asked for the remaining amount and paid it off.
Daniel was older than I was—beyond the half-your-age-plus-seven rule. He had a home and career in Seattle. I was still hustling for jobs to establish savings.
Just like a sublet, romance can be temporary; breakups are a necessary part of the equation, and they make people do silly, costly things.