My father had a heroin problem. Although he didn’t mean to, he taught me a lot about personal finance in the process.
I broke up with my live-in boyfriend of six years and took my dog to an advanced training course.
It’s crazy to think that before his work dried up (an ever-present threat to freelancers) we didn’t really have a budget.
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.