I don't blow *his* money. I see every dollar as minutes of his life's work. His life means everything to me. Thus, I cherish every cent. I can turn a chicken into four complete dinners and I shop at thrift stores. (If you count keeping our chronically ill child alive as a waste of money, I guess I "blow" quite a bit.)
I do this because I love him and I know he earns money as an expression of love for me and our family. To throw that money away, to squander it, would be to spit in his face. I would never do that.
He gets everything he asks for, as do I. We both care enough about our family to only ask for a minimum. Right now, we can't afford to maintain a luxury motorcycle and still keep our kid breathing. I highly doubt that my husband is so petty as to resent that choice.
See, I married a *good* man who actually loves his children. As I have nothing of value (diamonds, fancy car, etc) I have nothing to sacrifice. I'm a realist who's never *asked* for a luxury item. If I possessed such a thing, I'd let it go to care for my son in a minute... just as my husband has done.
How is any of that weird or wrong? Kid dying = sell the stupid bike. Kid fine and healthy = enjoy your bike/car/diamonds/etc. It's called life. Gah.
Right now I'm trying to balance an impossible budget and he wants me to start investing in retirement. I see the wisdom of that and now I have to squeeze blood from a stone. It's killing me, but I'm going to try my damnedest to do it because I know he's right. This is an example of two people killing themselves to make a difficult situation work out in the long run. I see no martyrs here.
Oh my. Check your mail in a few days.
I’m a busy man.
Yikes, well there is that. Hope all turns out well.