@Harriet Kierkegaard@facebook hey, I'm living with a guy who's just as broke as me. We're both artists, and probably not going to ever be rich. We rent, we have no car, we don't buy each other expensive stuff, we don't pay off each other's debt magnanimously. If we do, we do it with a little bit of good-natured anxiety, and really hope to be paid back soon. Poor us, right? Um. Well, I think we're kind of like a lot of people. I never hoped to marry someone with dough, and he certainly never did, either.
I remember spending HUNDREDS in sushi, facials and full body massages, which seemed to be the only things that could take my mind off my heartache. Sometimes I thought I should sue the guys who dumped me! It costs me a fortune to be dumped! Well, not anymore, really. I've become way more blasé about these things. But I was supersensitive back then. Last guy who dumped me, I indignantly made him buy me dinner, because I didn't see why I should go home to an empty cupboard and be hungry as well as heartbroken. By the end of dinner, he was reconsidering, ha ha. Must've been my gumption was kind a sexy or something. (And actually, seven years later, we're living together, happily).