I don’t buy Jimmy Choos. (Well, I would if I could afford them.) My addiction is eBay, and my shopping binges usually involve sitting on my couch in my pyjamas with a laptop balanced on my knee.
My mom has had problems with money for as long as I’ve been alive. Growing up, it was common to see my mother go on shopping sprees, and then hide the bags in her closet before my dad got home.
The closest we ever came to discussing the event that began my descent into mountains of credit card debt was her quietly saying over the phone, “I’m sorry I ruined your credit score.”