True tales of woe, stories of shame, and the occasional mean-spirited rant, by anonymous Bundle users
I didn't always think like this. I'm a feminist at heart, I swear! My mom worked her whole life and at times supported my entire family on her income. Then I went on to a good college. I even went on to a good graduate school. And I worked good jobs all through my twenties. I've taken care of business. I've paid back my loans. I've saving money.
But I want a little bit more than just a couple extra hundred dollars in the bank per pay period. I don't want to have to work my whole life. I'd like to be a stay-at -home mom for awhile, but I'd also like to travel, eat well, wear nice clothes, and not have to worry about it. And to do this I have to marry someone who has more money than I do.
All the men I dated in my early twenties were fine. And by 'fine,' I mean 'hot', but usually broke. That was fun, riding off with some hunk, 72 cents and a bottle of Jim Beam. Then fighting about how I was going to have to pay their rent — again. Finally, I met someone who has a steady job. But the real perk? I know from friends that he comes from family money. And a lot of it.
It's still early in our relationship. And I liked him before I knew he was loaded. But the money in the bank does make our long-term prospects a lot more ... enticing. Maybe I can be a feminist who also dresses like Jackie O and drinks good wine and keeps a house on Fire Island? I'd sure like to try.
Go ahead, get it off your chest. Send your unsigned money-related secrets to confessions@bundle.com or submit via our Tumblr, where you can use a fake name and email -- we'll never know.More confessions of shame, moochery and assorted other resentments:
- I owe Pac Bell $800. And I'm not paying it back
- I'm a mooch, and I'm not sorry
- I'm lying to my boyfriend about my debt
