As I prepared to go to the mall yesterday, Greg and I started talking about the marriage class we took long, long ago. During the class, we answered the sort of sticky questions that can cause problems once you’re married. One of the questions we had to answer (without knowing our partner’s response, of course) was how much money we would spend without consulting the other person. Bear in mind that I was in grad school at the time and making a whopping $560 per month. I responded $200. Greg said $1,000. He was in grad school, too, so I don’t know where he thought he was going to get that kind of money, but I guess he dreams big.
Well, fast-forward a couple years, and I’m making a little more than $560 a month. As we chatted yesterday, I asked Greg if my limit should still be $200.
“Well, that’s what you told me it was,” Greg said.
“If you can spend $1,000 though, shouldn’t I be able to do the same?” I asked.
“Nope,” Greg said. “You agreed to $200. You can’t just change the rules in the middle of the marriage.”
So apparently I’m committed to this $200 limit for life. Given inflation, I envision a future where I have to call Greg to let him know that I’m buying a sweater or some T-bone steaks. Imagine!
And Greg, if you’re reading this and thinking about going out and spending $1,000 without telling me, you better be buying a fantastic piece of jewelry.