Just when I haven’t fully gotten over the husband giving away half an apartment, he’s at it annoying me again.

This time he made a purchase of almost 200K on a new car.

I know he has a stable job but I think he is secretly rich and has money stashed somewhere without my knowledge to be so spent thrift.

Maybe he received a hefty inheritance from my in laws.

Why am I saving pennies when he is spending money like water?

Renovation for my new place finally started and I see light at the end of the tunnel. Finally the husband can stop asking me if the contractor I engaged is legit and if we will lose our deposit. Why did I take the initiative to do anything? Shouldn’t this be a man’s responsibility?

Have I attempted to do some retail therapy. Not really but I booked a business cum birthday trip with my business partner to Bangkok in two months time.

Massages? Just finishing up the shoulder and neck package near office since I am changing job soon. My back and waist aches from the neglect.

Yesterday, I took a two hour nap after lunch while working from home, since it was a quiet day. I felt better but still lethargic and slept early at night.

Guilty? Yes but I better enjoy this before I start my new job since I will no longer have work from home days.

I already had two holidays this year but I still felt like I never went on any to truly enjoy it. One was to Sweden to visit my sister going through her own trauma and the other to Bali where I brought my sister in law to check out an investment property.

I have an upcoming family trip with my dad to visit his hometown in China. Just like the cruise last year, before we started the holiday, I’ve already spent more than 5K chipping in to prepare for rituals and welcome red packets for relatives. The whole village are relatives. WTH. I’m already exhausted thinking about it.

Sigh… The pros and cons of having educated ancestors where they documented 17 generations.

All these this stress about money…

No wonder I had been feeling down recently and unable to lift my mood despite attempts to sleep, exercise and eat right. These episodes are not helping.

“Are you ok?” The husband asked.

“I am not ok,” I responded.

He went back to dooms scrolling. End of conversation.