Does your guy also tear up when he hands over his credit card?

This will not be a post about bashing my man…but he and I could not have more differing points of view when it comes to finances, or more aptly put- spending the green stuff. I am of the staunch school of thought that no matter how much you hoard it ultimately you can’t take it with you. Whereas I’m convinced my husband believes we will create a quilt crafted of cash to bury him with, or perhaps we will line the casket with it…

Okay I don’t think he wants to physically take it with him- but gosh darn it– he sure doesn’t feel at all comfortable spending it while he’s here.

My husband, unlike other M.D.’s, has never felt inclined to wear his profession like a status symbol and park those M.D. plates on a Porsche. No, he is of sensible Honda stock and literally rode his 15 year old Honda until old Bets was almost dead. It’s not that I am clamoring for a Bravo Housewives of Beverly Hills lifestyle–  I mean how many nannies do two kids need? And do I really want my mouth, stretched so tight via surgery that it begins to resemble that of a marionette? Heck no ( I’d take just a smidgen of Botox  between my brows).

I think money is here to make your life easier–and if possible give you that little bit of extra oomph as you make your way through the day. And if you’re a kid that HAS to wear glasses- with no chance for contact lenses in your immediate future- well then in my opinion your face accessory should be as glamorous, and fun as you can make it. Or at least that’s how I felt when I took my kids to get their brand spankin new specs recently.

Unfortunately my husband, who’d prefer we get our eye wear at Vision Village, appeared to be in physical  pain as I let the kids choose their frames from that case that screamed big fat dollar signs. And while I was humming Rain drops and Roses and skipping around the store oohing and ahhing at how cute my kids looked in their newly chosen specs I could’ve sworn I saw a lone tear trickle down his cheek as he handed over his credit card.

My question to all you guys  and married couples– do these men, who are so utterly attached to holding onto the green, ever let go?


  1. says

    I myself am a terrible spendthrift married to a tightwad, and can’t answer your question because I agree with you. I say spend it all now and die deeply in debt — it’d serve the banks right, anyway.

  2. says

    I think we have to take a DNA test because your husband sounds exactly like mine! your views on things are exactly like mine too! I refuse to go shopping with him because I feel like a little kid begging to buy something. Like Daddy please, I need this to go this party of Friday. LOL I believe that we should enjoy the earnings because he EARNED it, lets celebrate but he doesn’t unless I drag him out. Little by little I’m getting there 🙂 and I wouldn’t mind a little botox. He makes me frown a lot. It’s the least he can do LOL

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