If you are committed to going through with this purchase, do it right.
I lost a job, suffered through a broken engagement, and worried about my five-figure credit card debt. Enter Rich Friend and her fountain pen.
My last relationship was draining, financially and otherwise; this time around, I’m determined to keep costs reasonable. If things don’t work between him and me, neither of us won’t be cleaned out financially.
Our relationship was a smoothie blend of hotel living, boozy dinners, plane tickets, and general money wastage.
My parents had already been divorced for several years when I approached them with the question about how we’d pay for the wedding, but tensions between them were still quite high.
Normally, we don’t talk about work. Our conversations are limited mostly to mutual complaints and pointed inquiries as to whether or not any of my other sisters are in the room to talk on the phone as well. This visit, things were different.
Kevin slapped my back, and then gave me a long, tight hug. As he held me, I thought about how he had walked in one day to the reception venue that I had slowly been paying off during the year before our wedding. He had asked for the remaining amount and paid it off.
“What is the point of getting engaged anymore?”
Yes, therapy is included in these costs.
Daniel was older than I was—beyond the half-your-age-plus-seven rule. He had a home and career in Seattle. I was still hustling for jobs to establish savings.