Well bless your heart.
You know what, I’m just going to call my ex Jeremy from now on because that’s his name. My son is Jerry (Jeremy Jr.) and my daughter is Allison. I’m Brigid. You’re a talking hemmorhoid. Now that we’re all introduced:
He and some of his buddies decided it would be fun to cut class, something else he got in trouble for, and cruise around for a day. One of them was always bragging on his parent’s money so Jerry wanted to show him he wasn’t the only big spender.
If you’ve ever seen 5 teenage boys eat you know they can clear out a Burger King or a Wawa faster than light. Especially when one of their buddies is paying and they’ve got all day so they need breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks.
Electronics are expensive. Like a Playstation was a couple hundred bucks and the games were maybe $60 apiece. Throw in an iPod and the junk that goes with it and yhou can spend over thousand easy in one trip.
Clothes are expensive especially when you’re into jeans that cost up to $100 a piece.
Jerry did have a part time job and he would occasionally show up with a new gadget or clothes that he bought with his own money.
I was at work because where the fuck else would I be on a weekday?
When Jeremy and I were married we split up the expenses. Halfsies on rent and utilities and he paid the credit cards because he made more money and used them a lot more than I did.He is/was way more anal about money than I am, so sue me. Just don’t expect your restitution on time.
Jerry actually hid most of the stuff he bought because he thought he could sneak back and return it later but couldn’t because he didn’t have the card and didn’t get a chance to take it again. He thought stealing the bill would buy him another month of time to do so. He was flailing and didn’t know what else to do and was afraid to tell us.
We made him return everything he could, and the stuff he couldn’t (and ovbiously the food) he had to pay back out of his paycheck from his job.
Lastly, Jeremy and I got divorced because we were more like friends shacking up and after the kids were grown we wanted to do very different things. It was a very friendly and easy process and we are still good friends to this day.
I’d much much rather be Jeremy’s ex than a menstrual clot- you ladies will know what I’m talking about, it sort of slithers halfway out and sticks there, and you just know that no matter how fast you pull your undies down it’s going to fall out and make a horrible mess all over the place- or worse, you.