The two thousand pounds overdraft? Was not a solution.
It occurred to me, that I buy one too many pairs of shoes: greedy spending, but I had Husband to reign me in.
Bella did not share her bank account, did not need to confess her spending habits to anyone–easier for finance to get out of control–was my way of thinking.
We had a little chat, Bella and I.
I offered to help manage her account, explained it would make her conscious of spending too much, if someone else had an eye of her finances.
Good idea, she agreed, gave me her bank statement. She thought the offer so good she handed over her debit card.
This arrangement did not last a week.
I discovered a spending pattern, on a night out there were several withdrawals of ten pounds. ‘Why?’ I asked.
‘I take out what I need, when I need it.’
‘But,’ I jumped in–my main concern was her welfare–‘I don’t like you popping out of pubs, crossing the road, standing at the cash machine, when you’ve been drinking alcohol.’
‘Oh that’s okay, don’t worry about that. I gave my card to someone else to draw the money out.’
No alarm bells went off in her head, no warning of what a stupid thing to do?
We argued–non of my business–She wanted her debit card back, and would manage her own funds.
‘Fine,’ I said. I thrust the card in her hand. ‘But, don’t come crying to me, when your finances don’t stack up.’