Off to Selfridges shortly to spend the last £45 of my gift card. Mmmm...
All this talk of money, responsibilities, fear guilt and obligation had me waking up early this morning. I've always felt slightly that I'm on a boat, drifting about on the sea, never really taking charge of my life. then I feel with paralysed with indecision about what Big New Direction I should take. I realised this morning I only have to put my hand lightly on the tiller and make small adjustments to feel more in control. Or something. Made sense at the time.
Had a yoga class on Friday, and my stomach muscles STILL hurt, even though I don't recall doing anything stomach based. Dearie me.
As for money and all that, I'm in the mildly/totally ridiculous situation of having never really discussed it with DP. And of not being married. It was the money from my old flat that bought £150K's worth of this house, essentially, but he's been paying the lion's share of the mortgage for the past four years. That seems fair, though we've never discussed it. Nor what would happen if we split up.
Considering I have to plan for days the right way to ask him not to throw away the newspaper, or something similarly trivial, for fear of triggering a sulk I can't see the discussion happening soon.