You know, no matter how much I hustle, stack up, or climb that career ladder, there’s just something special about spending his money. Call me old-fashioned or maybe a little spoiled, but his funds simply have a different flavor. Like a sweet dessert after a long day calorie-free, too.

Imagine this: I’m out shopping, minding my own business, ready to treat myself with my hard-earned cash. My card’s in my hand, looking at me with that “use me, queen” kind of vibe. But then, he slides his card my way, just casually. And in that moment? My whole perspective changed. Suddenly, every item I pick up looks glossier, the fabric feels softer, and I swear, the bag is lighter. Who knew financial transactions could feel like a mini-vacation?

And it’s not that I can’t buy my things of course I can. But when it’s on his dime? Oh, that’s when I reach for the extra cheese on my pizza. The grand size. My conscience is lighter, too. I order the good stuff, the extra appetizer, the large fries, and that dessert menu. We’re doing the tour. My bank account’s back home resting while his credit card picks up the bill.

The best part? It’s not even about the money. It’s the thoughtfulness, the gesture, the “I got you” that warms my heart and makes those new shoes feel even cozier. There’s just something about knowing he’s happy to spoil me. And he’s always grinning as if he knows I’m going to order the most expensive dessert or pick the color in the new handbag collection. It’s his love language, right?

By Edima Columbus