In our marriage, Alex has always been the spender. While I don’t mind splurging occasionally, Alex’s affinity for spending means if I indulged as much, we’d be in dire straits. To balance things out, I meticulously track our expenses, clip coupons, and keep a close eye on our bank account. It’s a tedious job, but someone has to do it.
Yes, I admit it—I can be a bit of a nag. But what choice do I have?
Just last week, Alex really pushed my buttons. To be fair, I’ve been a bit of a handful lately, grappling with hunger pangs from my yearly diet and anxiety over my writing project. Still, his behavior was inexcusable. I was left with no option but to take action.
Did I consider emotionally indulging in a decadent dessert? Nah. Perhaps dulling my frustration with a couple of glasses of wine? Nah. Jogging around the neighborhood? No way. My heart was racing with anger while I remained glued to the couch. How could I channel my rage effectively in that moment?
Then it hit me: shopping!
For months, I’d been searching for the perfect bag, weighing options like leather versus fabric and slouchy versus structured. The details seemed overwhelming, but at that moment, none of that mattered. All I craved was the exhilarating rush of clicking “purchase” and anxiously awaiting the delivery truck. It was wildly out of character for me, but oh, what a thrill! For the first time, I felt joy instead of guilt over spending money.
Take that, Alex, I thought. Let’s see how it feels to be on the receiving end of my frustration.
The new bag arrived yesterday. As I admired it, contemplating a potential revenge shoe purchase for the next time Alex got under my skin, he walked in from work.
“Is that the new bag?” he asked.
“Yes! And I absolutely love it!” I replied, relishing the moment.
“It looks great on you. Good choice,” he said.
Wait, you’re not supposed to like it! I hissed internally, watching my once-beloved purchase morph into an overpriced mistake. Suddenly, the leather appeared dull, and it didn’t rest comfortably on my arm as it had moments before. It was just a bag—one that no longer felt worth the expense. Defeated, I let it slip back into its box, contemplating its return to the warehouse.
Ah, the irony.
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In summary, the thrill of retail therapy can often lead to unexpected regret, especially when fueled by frustration. It’s a reminder that sometimes, seeking revenge might just leave you feeling empty inside.
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