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When I was a little girl, I had an obsession with dolls. Not dolls that you play with, and drag around by the arm and love so much they are missing a head of hair. No, the dolls I loved were expensive porcelain ones, that you set on a shelf and admire but don't play with. I don't know where it came from, but all of a sudden I had to have these dolls. But these being collectors items, they were very expensive... Especially to a five or six year old girl. No matter to me. I would see a doll that I wanted, and I would save and save, sometimes for years, in order to buy it. I stuck all of my birthday money, allowance, anything, into my underwear drawer, and at any given time I could have hundreds of dollars in there. I also had a very large collection of porcelain dolls.
Cut to when I moved out on my own and actually had to start spending money on things such as bills. For some reason, once I had an actual job and the means to have money, I could never hold on to it. My saving abilities went out the window. I wanted a new purse and I needed it NOW, not a year from now. Plus, the gas company doesn't really appreciate the value of a good saver, and always insists that it has its money every month. Go figure.
So in this frantic burst of saving that A* has put upon us, I am not doing too well. He is a black or white type of person. If he says we are broke, we are BROKE. If I say we're broke, that just means that we can only go out to eat once on a weekend, not counting breakfast, and we can maybe go and pick a little something up at Target. So I knew that he SAID we weren't going to be able to do anything on the weekend, but when I got out of bed on Sunday morning and found out that no, we really are not going to breakfast, and this was after I was unable to meet my friend for drinks the night before and everyone that we KNOW had called to invite us to a local festival that we couldn't go to, I was a little upset. A* doesn't get how I just didn't hear him when he explained that we couldn't do anything this weekend, and I don't get how he can deprive me of even breakfast (out... he didn't starve me, I just didn't get to have a nice omelet that was served to me). He says that it will be worth it in the end, but I have my doubts.
It better not be a porcelain doll.
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