After we pay the mortgage, utility bills, tithe and other obligations, we pretty will split the money down the middle. With Susan’s share she buys groceries, cleaning supplies—you know, girl stuff. My share goes to things like boat repairs, fishing lures, and popcorn at the Dukes’ game. (Not really, but I thought it made a pretty good introduction. Though when I read the rough draft to Susan she said “That’s about how it is.”)
The truth is, Susan is less likely to spend money on herself than I am. She is usually sacrificing so someone else can have something.
Recently, I said to her, “Susan, why don’t you take some money out of the bank and get your hair fixed the way you want it?” I wanted her to do something nice for herself.
“Don’t you like my hair?”
What’s the title of that book—”Women are from Mars, Men are from …?” I just wanted her to treat herself to something nice, that’s all. I had no hidden agenda.
She was looking for the message behind the question. She wante…