Fifteen years ago when we met, I was the poster child for financial irresponsibility, while my wife was my polar opposite – no debt, always paid everything on time, extremely frugal. Even when I had enough money to pay my bills on time, I somehow always seemed to be late with them, or to not pay them at all until a disconnect notice or other drastic communication arrived. The only reason I didn’t have thousands in credit card debt is that I’d managed to charge more than I could pay on one department store and one gas company card I got in college, and was in default on my student loans, so no one would give me a general credit card. My credit was bad, but at least I was forced to live on a cash basis for the most part.
Once our relationship became relatively serious, she insisted on taking over my finances. Despite my reluctance to give up my independence and control, I agreed, since I obviously didn’t enjoy the tasks involved and it was the only way our relationship was going to work out in the long run. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t already begun making some positive steps – I’d refinanced my student loans by having my parents co-sign, had started an automatic withdrawal CD savings plan with the bulk of the proceeds from a big raise, and had put most of my recurring bills on CheckFree (a very early electronic bill payment program). I managed to save enough on my own to buy a car when I changed jobs and needed transportation, and by the time we got engaged I’d saved enough over the previous year to pay for a small but high quality diamond ring – establishing my bona fides, so to speak.
Almost as soon as I handed my finances off to her, however, the improvement accelerated. I’d always hated balancing the checkbook, paying the bills, etc. (partly because it was always so depressing how little I had left), but she positively enjoys it. I was much happier knowing that things would be taken care of without my having to agonize or stress out over it. She’s extremely careful with money, which has made me think more carefully about how I spend it myself, and the success we’ve had in saving and managing money has changed my attitude about it to a remarkable degree.
By the time we got married, she’d turned my finances around to the point that I was able to get approved for a mortgage on our first house by myself, without including her and without paying any kind of interest rate premium. For a short while, we simply added my name to one of her existing credit card accounts, but I’ve subsequently applied for and received cards in my own right. Indeed, while her FICO score is generally near 800, my own has climbed well above 700, from “I didn’t know they went that low” territory just a decade or so ago.
We maintained separate checking accounts until after the wedding, when we merged them into one (we have a second joint account now with a different bank, mainly because I don’t trust anyone with access to my money, so one is for direct deposit only, with the funds transferred into the other immediately after they arrive). Most of our investment accounts are jointly held, except for IRA/401k accounts and an account she has jointly with her mother (who believes that a woman should have some money independently of her husband).
We pay for almost everything with credit cards for the convenience, and have never paid a cent in credit card interest or late charges. When we’ve taken advantage of “twelve-months-same-as-cash” financing deals on appliances and such, they’ve been paid on or before the due date in accordance with the stated terms and conditions. We use the credit cards in large part because it simplifies balancing the checkbook, and it eliminates any issues of my writing a check that doesn’t get recorded (I haven’t carried a checkbook in years).
What we don’t have, though we’ve talked about it, is some sort of allowance or “mad money” system. She almost never wants to spend any money without discussing it with me first. I do occasionally chafe at the feeling that I have to run every prospective purchase, no matter the size, past her for approval, or that I have to convince her to agree to the occasional indulgence that she doesn’t necessarily approve of (a new bass guitar and amp, to the tune of about $450, for example). Anything more than $25 or so that I’m tempted to buy, I generally wait out for a while (years in some cases) to see if the whim passes, and while it’s a great way to avoid blowing money, it does wear on me at times – particularly since I’ve been the sole breadwinner for seven years now. But it’s that cautious approach that allowed us to weather nine months of unemployment in 2002, and still have a operating deficit for the year of only about $850.
Having said all that, I do think (and it’s borne out by the other responses in this thread) that it matters less how you do it than that you agree on how you’re going to do it.