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The control over my money got worse every week. One day, I wanted to buy a gift for my granddaughter Sarah. It was her 12th birthday, and I always got her something special.
I went to get cash for my wallet. Empty. I looked for my debit card.
She looked up from her phone, annoyed. “I have it.
Mother-in-law, remember, I’m managing the expenses now. What do you need it for?”
“I want to buy Sarah a gift.”
Valerie sighed. “We already got her something from the whole family.
You don’t need to be spending extra, mother-in-law.”
“But I always get her something special.”
“Mother-in-law, at your age, you don’t need to be spending on whims. Why do you want to spoil the girl?”
I just stood there, feeling small. Useless.
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