If I have a nemesis it is money. I hate it. I would do better in a completely communist world where it didn't exist and everything that was done was for barter of services. I can not express how much heart ache, worry, stress it causes.
And worse, how little it bothers Bingley.
There are not many things that he and I fight over, but this is one. And it is a big one.
Sometimes I hate having to be mature about things and wish I could just have a screeching plate smashing argument. I'm sure I'd feel better (if only for an instant).
I like the achievement that comes with saving up for something, and then splurging all that hard won cash. It's a hangover from childhood when I'd save and save and save and do without just for the joy that comes with being able to trade that cash for *something*. I loathe buying things on credit and "paying them off". I hate paying interest. I hate not having a savings account that grows and grows. And more than anything else I hate that Bingley does not feel the same.