When you had a bank account separate from your boyfriend. And he would sometimes spoil you rotten using his very own money.
Sometimes those years are long, long gone.
Sometimes you miss them. Just a little.
Because sometimes, with married Christmas, when it's all said and done. And the kids are taken care of...there is no money left for the two of you.
And sometimes that's just fine.
Because the kids being happy? That's what really matters, right?
So sometimes, in the hard years (which...aren't they all?) the conversation goes like this:
Him: What do you want for Christmas this year?
Me: Nothing. We can't afford it. And I don't really need anything. How about you?
Him: I'm good too.
But sometimes you get each other things anyway. Small things.
And sometimes big things. But after you open it all you can think is...Crap. I hope we don't actually need car insurance this month.
So it's really good that sometimes...most times...small things are enough.
Because the kids being happy? That's what really matters, right??
But sometimes as Christmas is once again approaching, you think about perfume. And headphones. And this perfectly fabulous pair of of black suede ankle boots with ruffled trim. And a jacket you'd like to get for him.
And so sometimes the conversation goes like this:
Me: Won't it be nice when we have lots of money and we can get each other everything we want for Christmas?
Him: The longer we're married and the more Christmases we have together, the more I realize I really just want to be with you for Christmas.
Me: Oh good. Then we can use all the money to buy presents for me.
Sometimes aren't you glad you're not married to me?