July 09, 2007

Why can't you give me that money?

I was competing in a 4-day sporting tournament. It was located about an hour and a half away from my house. But, since I couldn't afford a hotel room, I was driving there and back every day from my house.

I really wanted my wife and daughter to come out with me. There were tons of things that we could have all done together when I didn't have a game and I thought it would be a great opportunity for us to spend some time together.

Plus, every day when I had to leave, my daughter really wanted to go with me. I couldn't take her because there was nobody to watch her when I was in a game.

I asked my wife a couple times to consider coming out with me. I told her that there were tons of things we could do, like mini-golf. Even though our checking account was overdrawn, I wanted so much to have some quality time with my family, that I was willing to charge the expense on a credit card. My wife told me her stomach was sick, and she didn't want to go.

But, a little while later, my daughter came into the room very excited. "Daddy, mommy wants to know how much put-put golf costs." My wife had told her about the put put golf, and my daughter was very excited that she was going to get to go. I told my daughter "I don't know, but don't worry about it.".

My daughter ran back into the bedroom where my wife was still in bed and said "Daddy says he'll pay for it." My wife told my daughter again, "Go ask him how much it costs." So my daughter did as she was told. Again, I told my daughter I didn't know.

Now, my wife was yelling at me. "How much does mini-golf cost?". I answered her "I don't know." Then my wife made her move: "Well, if you have money to spend on mini-golf, why can't you give that money to me?"

My wife had absolutely no intention of going. She used my daughter as a trick to try to get me to give her money. My daughter didn't understand. She thought she was going with Mommy and Daddy to have fun. She didn't understand that my wife had lied to get her to find out how much money I was willing to spend.

Later, when it was time for me to leave, alone, my daughter was absolutely bawling. She didn't understand why she couldn't go with me. She wanted to go have fun. She didn't want to be stuck at home all day with mom, who was going to stay in bed.

It hurt me so much to leave, but I had to. I needed to get to the bank to try and transfer some money into the overdrawn checking account. But, I didn't make it in time. And stupid me, I forgot to bring a pen so I could make a deposit in the ATM.

I drove back home to get a pen, and found my wife on the couch, watching TV and eating potato chips. Her stomach ace had mysteriously vanished. I asked her again if she would go with me. She said she didn't want to go. Again my daughter was bawling. My daughter was trying to get into the car. I had to get out of the car three times to take her back in the house. I tried to explain to her why she needed to stay home, but she didn't understand. She just kept crying "But I want to go with you!" And meanwhile, my wife just kept sitting on the couch, doing nothing at all.

Eventually I managed to leave. I was very late getting where I needed to be, and it hurt me very much to leave my daughter there alone with my wife.

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July 01, 2007

Grocery shopping.

At the last pay-day, I gave my wife our grocery money. I also gave her some extra spending money for whatever she wanted. She went off and spent the personal money first. That was gone within a day or two.

Then she went off and spent all the groceries on expensive foods and junk food, failing to buy some basic necessities.

Finally, when all of that money was gone, she called me at work and said "You need to stop at the store on the way home." She knew that by spending all of the money, I'd be forced to dip into money that we didn't budget for food in order to get the things we needed to have.

I ended up overdrawing our checking account. When I told her the bank was charging us $32 a day, her response to me was "That's not my problem. You handle all the bills, not me."

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