Husband's Obsession with Money

Although I managed to keep my payroll card, Kyler and I argued every other day.

Last week, Kyler complained that I used the washing machine to do laundry. He said that I was wasting water and electricity.

The day before yesterday, I bought a big durian, and he mocked that I was spoiled.

Today, I came home with a bucket of popcorn.

Kyler was so angry that he pointed at me with an indignant look and questioned me.

"A bucket of popcorn cost 1.6 dollars, right? You could have got much food with 1.6 dollars."

"Bella Collins, can't you stop being so extravagant?"

"We are an ordinary family, not nouveau riches. We'll run out of money one day!"

...

While watching TV, I snorted and retorted, "Would our family go bankrupt just because of a bucket of popcorn?"

"If people don't know, they would think that both of us are paralyzed and unable to move in bed!"

"Kyler, you are the head of the family. Don't you feel ashamed?"

Anger choked his words.

He changed his strategy and acted pitiful.

...

Kneeling at my feet, Kyler looked at me tearfully and said, "Bella, you don't understand."

"When I was little, I only ate leftovers in the cafeteria, not to mention popcorn."

"Every penny was earned by my dad carrying bricks."

"I'm not stopping you from buying food. I just don't want you to spend money on useless things."

I looked at his sincere face and almost burst out laughing.

This felt familiar.

I had heard this a thousand times in my previous life.

He always said his parents had a hard time and he had been frugal since childhood. In short, he was poor.

So he got an advantage over me.

I rolled my eyes and frowned.

"It's none of my business whether you are poor or not."

"I didn't spend your money."