So those roses were picked from my back yard. My Very ocd/ar love and cares for our yard with soft kind hands. You would never know this too look at him.
What you don't know to look at me is this. I've had money. Made a whole lot of it even Owned a business, I married a man that never knew how not to be above a moderate income, and have lived very well on my own, certainly didn't want for anything. Bought my own roses, sometimes daily.
Now I have also been without a dime. Been in such a bad way that I had to send my own children away for their financial being. Their Father did not see that being with their mother was best and help me. He held them financially hostage.
My own father being raised very poor dug an early though wealthy grave for himself. He was an amazing father. But couldn't make enough money.
I dated a man for a very long time that would rather have money than love.
I stupidly married a second time he then kept my own money from me as a form of abuse and control.
So as you can tell. ..I'm not a fan of money. These men..... I Didn't even mention a few women that stayed when they should have run or manipulated money to gain what they wanted.
I find money makes things easier. Obviously we need it to exist and for health. I am a fan of living way below my means. Keeping all that money in savings....Extra $ is fun, well earned and allows extras. Savings and investments allow for fun later.
Bottom line in my normal babble....I would rather have these hand picked flowers in a small house where you can't keep a secret long if you tried with cheap wine, paying it forward in drive thru lines and donating when i can then all the monetary items I've ever had. I refer once again to those first 40 years. Learn from them. Love them. Because happiness. .. is what you make it and how God carves it for you. These roses. .are mine and free. What's left in your world that is free? I love my organized living chaos.
finally!
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