As long as we’ve been married, like Laura Petrie in the infamous scene where Rob finds Laura’s stash in her panty drawer, I have always had a little bit of what I call my “stash”. There is never a time I give up my last dime, though I’ve gotten down to the last dime many times.
I need my own money to get my hair done, buy my shampoo, or any number of girlie things that a man simply doesn’t get. It’s not like I’m sitting on a fortune. I am just a saver. I need that cushion above and beyond “his n her” money. I need it to survive mentally and physically and emotionally. I need that little stickler of independence for the braless and blue jean hippy girl that still lives inside my soul. I need the mystery of my little stash.
I confess, I don’t…
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