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Recycling Day
When you first came to me, you were so beautiful, so sweet. Flowers and presents and lots of attention. You would listen to my advice about many things. Yet, I saw the future, I knew your faults. I hesitated long. But, you were new and shiny and despite your faults, I thought we could make it together. We looked so good together. We had such fun shopping together.
We were productive. Didn’t take us long to produce a child together and for awhile, things were going so well. Then, we made another child and we were a real family.
You were funny and supportive, great through the birth and early stages of the kids. But the arguing started. We could never agree on anything, especially when it came to issues of money.
You began to take all the things that were mine and take them over. Whatever I was into at the time, you knew more about it and could talk with more authority about it than I could. Or at least, you talked more loudly.
Your life seemed to go on the way you wanted it while mine sort of got stuck taking care of you and the kids and the house. I talked to you again and again about my dissatisfaction with the situation. You always said exactly what you were supposed to. Yet nothing ever changed. Changes instigated by me were overruled or unsupported.
Back in the beginning, I thought I could change the most unsettling and unpleasant part of you; the wastefulness. But after so many years together, you still have no concept of frugality. You don’t turn off lights you aren’t using. You have the thermostat cranked up way high in the winter while you walk around in shorts and nothing else. In the summertime, it stays so low that everyone else is freezing. When anyone adjusts it, you complain.
Despite patient teaching on how to recycle and why, when I’m away I come home and find the trash can full and the recycling bin empty. Unimportant, you say.
Money matters are a disaster. We’ve never been able to agree on any sort of method that works. You spend too much and never give a thought to the fact that tens and twenties make hundreds and thousands. You seem determined to always live beyond your means and I have never been able to change it. In compensation, I’ve gone beyond frugal to mean.
I think I’ve had enough. It’s recycling day. The day we take things that have been useful and purposeful to us, and give them a fresh start to becoming something new and different. The day our homes and lives release the things that have been cluttering our rooms and minds and weighing us down.
copyright 2008 Lorelei Larsson
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