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Separate Cars, Separate Checking Accounts

 

Last year, one of my best friends got married. At the reception, the dance floor was truly joyous- especially for me- I knew and loved almost everyone that was bopping around. My beloved parents were among the boppers. The DJ had braces- this is not important to the story, but it is a signature detail in my memory, so there you go.

Soon came time for the couples’ dance. “Couples who have been together more than a year,” said the DJ (with braces), “continue dancing. Everyone else take a seat.” “Couples who have been together for five years or more, continue dancing….ten years….15 years, etc etc” Soon, my parents were the only ones left on the dance floor.

The song finished and the DJ brought his cordless mike over to my mom. “Any words of wisdom for the Bride and Groom?,” he asked. My mom, without hesitating: “separate cars and separate checking accounts.” The rest of the dance floor chuckled- many knew my mom and this answer did not surprise them. The DJ was a little confused- I think he was expecting something a little more, oh I don’t know, romantic?

My mom had said versions of this to me before when I was much younger. I think we were at a bank? I was probably depositing checks from family members after a birthday. “If you ever get married, you have to keep your own checking account,” she said. Sure thing, I thought. I was an textbook overachiever as a kid, with no doubt in my mind that I would be able to take care of myself regardless of my romantic entanglements.

Hearing this advice again, at this beautiful wedding filled with all my loved ones, two (or three) glasses of wine deep, crushed me. You see I was  holding my three-month-old baby girl. I had been easing into my new role as a stay at home mom, and a week before, I had closed my checking account, transferring the remaining $50 balance to our joint account. I had originally insisted that we keep it open, telling my husband (and myself) that it would help me keep track of what I was spending. After the second month, when the balance was getting kind of low, my husband transferred some money immediately after getting paid. That was when I first realized that this might be a silly exercise.  Then I started to notice a minimum balance charge (go F yourself, BofA). This was not practical.  I was holding on to a piece of advice that didn’t make much sense for me in this new phase of my life. And the fact that it didn’t make much sense- that I wasn’t making my own money, that I was completely dependent upon my husband to feed and shelter me, that I was making no monetary contribution to the family- was terrifying. Hearing my mom’s words again, at the wedding, was hard.

Now my daughter is 19 months old. I started working part time. I can cover childcare costs plus a little more. This makes me feel a little better- though I wonder when my work outside the home will feel less like a vanity project and more like a real career that provides some financial stability for us as a family.  I don’t think money is everything, and of course I know how very lucky I am- and I truly love it and am grateful for the opportunity to do it. So many do not have the opportunity (including my husband, who has the happy misfortune of making way more money than I could in my own field). But it is still hard not having my own, separate checkbook. Thank god I have my own car.

This is inspired by writer’s workshop at Mama’s Losin It. I’ve tried to paste the code and believe that I’ve failed:

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