yoyogirl88 wrote:Im a little upset today. I am off work at the moment because of my neck problems (Ive actually been told Im not to work until after the surgery) and I am living on Centrelink (grrrr) Its really starting to upset me because the bf and I are saving money and I can save about a $100 a fortnight and he saves close to 200-300 a week. I feel inda slack and guilty when he pulls out his card. The same has gone for our christmass layby's he pays for EVERYTHING. Im used to earning money and Im feeling a little bad about it. I dont know how to expalin to andy why I am so nasty to him. I know its because Im feeling insignificant but yeah.
Omg, you're totally me, but in another state...Except the no work 'till the surgery bit...I work, and I make money...but not as much as I'd like. And I get paid fortnightly... 400-500$ a FORTNIGHT kinda sucks when I have to save money, have credit, petrol, I've got a MILLION birthdays...then there's Christmas...My BF is the same as yours. He's a sparky and gets paid weekly...I wont say anything about amounts, but it's more than I get a fortnight. He pays for most things (I do when I can) and insists on buying me things (though sometimes I talk him out of it). Makes me feel kinda shitty too, and I think I snap a little when he does it...even though I don't mean to. I think it's because we've be brought up in such different situations. My mum always had the bigger sallary, though Dad had his aswell...but it was kinda even. Bf's family is the opposite. He's been brought up like the guy is the "breadwinner" and does the "paying"...it does frustrate me a bit.
Just explain that you're used to being able to pay your own way and that you feel guilty relying on him (even if you don't nesicarilly feel like you're doing so). He'll say "Don't worry about it honney, I have the money to do it" or "I want to, it doesn't bother me"...tell him how you feel though and perhaps you can work something out together...
I know exactly how you feel though...not fun.
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