I would like to take a moment and proclaim to the world that I have the most patient, enduring, long-suffering husband in the history of matrimony. I pride myself on being independent, intelligent and a helper alongside him in raising kids, paying bills, and doing life.
Without giving away all the gory details, I’d just like to say that I’m not the world’s greatest money manager. And yet, I continue to manage the money. I would like to think that I do a fine job, but I will finally admit it: no, I don’t. Perhaps this confession will produce a long-term change in me that will cause me to become a good manager of our money. I’m sure Matt hopes so.
We have all read the stats that say that money is the #1 cause of arguments between married couples. Assume that my error is of great, huge proportions and imagine to yourself what probably happened when I went to my man and confessed. Most likely, you’d be wrong.
After a conversation that lasted, at most, 10 minutes Matt and I were laughing. Yes, laughing. During those 10 minutes I told him where we stand at the bank, how I think it happened, and what I thought needed to happen to recover. He was, understandably, upset. Mostly, though, he was just frustrated because we’d have to make changes that are uncomfortable. I accepted responsibility for the problem and invited him to start checking over my shoulder, as it were. The reason I am still doing the money is that he doesn’t want the job. It’s not a fun job.
At the end I said, “Are you going to leave me?”
His response: “Only if she’s rich.”
