"This bag is going to bring me over $20. I need money for my trip. Is it worth you having this bag to sit in your massive wardrobe to collect dust? Along with all your other bags and clothes you never notice having?"
Her answer was, "I like it". Fine then, I gave it back. Selfish bitch. I could've sold it anyway but I wanted to put her to the test. She failed miserably. She even analysed the bag and said it had more scratches on it. I told her "ALL I DID WAS TAKE PHOTOS OF IT!"
She's such a hoarder. She wants to have everything she 'likes'. Selfish bitch.
Whenever I buy something I try to hide it. Until the day she dies, she won't ever cease to question 'where did you buy that? when did you buy that? who much did you pay for that?' She would get angry because it was apparent i wasnt saving my money, that i needed to put money away for a car, or that i always waste money buying useless things, and that i wudnt even wear that, or where would i wear that?? She has no idea how much I save, i have been saving since ate opened me a commonwealth bank account in grade 5.
It's gotten to a point where she spends more than me. Buying many items in one shop, then going back the next day to exchange/return and buy more til it satisfies her superficial soul. She has numerous cloths in her wardrobe that she doesnt wear, often with the tag still attached. Today she came home with 3 or 4 large bags from Harris Scarf full of clothing for herself. The other day she came home with 3 full Deborah K bags. Selfish bitch.
I told her that money is better off going to my bank account and earning interest. or paying off my $21,000 HECS Debt. I even refused months ago the money she used to give me weekly, so she can put it to my HECS. I doubt any of it goes there.
She is a hypocrite. She loves the sound of her voice too much. She loves her material belongings as if they make her life complete. Here are so many other reasons why I hate her. They surface when i am angry but disappear over time, then re-appear. Why wud u forgive when she doesnt even know, or want to know what she's done wrong. She wont be willing to change. You can't teach old dogs new tricks, and apparently, how to use a mobile phone. Perhaps one day, before she dies, I tell her everything and without the tears of anger that now swell my eyes.
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