This Is Why I Can’t Have Nice Things: I’m Poor
I am obsessed with money — but not in the Scrooge-McDuck-roll-around-in-a-pile-of-it-make-it-rain way. I am obsessed with my lack of it.
I am obsessed with money — but not in the Scrooge-McDuck-roll-around-in-a-pile-of-it-make-it-rain way. I am obsessed with my lack of it.
Compounding that problem is Facebook. Literally everyone you know from high school is getting married.
When you date someone for years without getting engaged or married, there appears a wiggly line in the sand as far as how much a part of the family you are.
I look at him the same way I saw my mother once look at me the first time I had an ocular migraine.