In our relationship, Alex has always been the one who splurges. It’s not that I despise spending money; it’s just that Alex’s passion for it could lead us into financial chaos if I indulged too. So, I’m the one who tightens the purse strings, collects coupons, and constantly reminds him of our bank balance. It’s not exactly thrilling, but someone has to play the role of the responsible one.
Yes, I know I can be a bit of a martyr—and perhaps a nag, too—but what choice do I have?
Last week, however, Alex really crossed the line. I’ll admit, my patience has been wearing thin recently, thanks to the hunger pangs from my yearly January diet and stress about my upcoming book. Still, his behavior was downright frustrating. I felt compelled to take action.
Did I want to drown my sorrows in a brownie? Not really. How about a glass or two of wine? Nah. Go for a jog? Not a chance. Instead, I found myself seething on the couch, heart racing with anger. But then, a lightbulb moment: shopping!
I had been eyeing a new handbag for months, weighing the pros and cons of various materials and styles. Leather or fabric? Slouchy or structured? There were countless factors to consider, but in that moment, nothing mattered. What I craved was the thrill of hitting “purchase” and anticipating the arrival of my new bag. It felt exhilarating, almost dangerously liberating. “Take that, Alex,” I thought. “Let’s see how it feels to be on the receiving end of surprise!”
The bag arrived yesterday, and as I admired my potential revenge purchase, Alex walked through the door from work.
“Is that the new bag?” he asked, his tone surprisingly upbeat.
“Yes!” I replied with a hint of satisfaction. “And I love it. So there!”
“It looks great on you,” he said. “Good choice.”
You’re NOT supposed to like it! I thought, as my once-thrilling purchase quickly turned into an overpriced disappointment. The leather looked less vibrant, and it no longer felt as perfect tucked under my arm. It was just a bag—one that had lost its charm in an instant. Deflated, I let it fall back into the box, ready to be returned.
Oh, the irony of it all.
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In summary, sometimes the thrill of a purchase can’t quite fill the void left by life’s frustrations. It’s essential to find joy and fulfillment beyond material things, especially when navigating the ups and downs of relationships.