I hate talking about money.

The fact that I wanted to marry Oscar Meyer Jr. at the age of eight was not because I was trying to be funny, or cute. It is because I have a deep-rooted dislike for talking about or thinking about money. Yes, everyone stresses, but I am talking I feel guilty when people spend money on me. Today Dad was talking to me about family money matters and my stomach got upset. I HATE TALKING ABOUT IT! I want to marry a rich guy so I don't have to worry about it, but that wouldn't solve anything, and it isn't happening. But I'm serious. The very fact that we spent too much on groceries this month makes me want to fast or starve or something. (Not that I couldn't use it.) I

do believe that it is because when Mom and Dad were together all arguments centered around money and sex (but at that age we were too young to tell the difference, and as their relationship digressed it became one and the same.) Money was such a subject of tension, and to me it still is. At this very moment I am on the verge of tears for no apparent reason more than we will probably be discussing money at the dinner table.

Urgh. I think I'll skip dinner.