I thought my husband’s spending was destroying everything we’d worked for. By the end of one ordinary argument, I was about to discover money wasn’t our biggest problem.
I’m 36, and Jett and I had been together for seven years, married for five.
When we met, I loved how spontaneous he was.
I made reservations two weeks ahead. Jett would show up Friday and say, “Pack a bag. We’re going somewhere.”
“Where?”
I loved how spontaneous he was.
“I don’t know yet.”
That used to make me laugh.
Seven years later, I was saying things like:
“Jett, we can’t keep spending like this.”
“We’ll be fine.”
We’re going somewhere.
“That’s what you always say.”
Most of our savings were already in the house when the contractor gave us the estimate.
“Roof, kitchen, both bathrooms,” I said.
Jett sighed. “And the extra room.”
“If we can still afford it.”
“We can.”
Most of our savings were already in the house.
“We’re going to have to cut back,” I told Jett after our contractor gave us the latest estimate.
“We will.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
I stopped ordering takeout, postponed replacing my phone, sold things we didn’t need, and painted walls myself.
We’re going to have to cut back.
Then Jett bought new speakers.
“Seriously?”
“What?”
“We’re cutting back.”
“They’re speakers, Claire.”
Jett bought new speakers.
Then came a smartwatch.
“Again?”
“I work too.”
Then came custom lights for his car.
“How much?”
“Claire.”
We’re cutting back.
“How much, Jett?”
“Why does everything have to become a lecture?”
“Because we’re running out of money.”
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