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If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading APW, it’s that finances are something we need to be talking about. Right now there are a lot of troubling conversations being had within our generation about finances, worth, and the division of wealth. And that’s the good news. Because the bad news, I’m finding out, is that there are lot of us who just aren’t talking about our finances at all (and that’s with our partners, let alone each other). I’ll admit, I don’t think Michael and I have exactly figured it out yet ourselves. It took us three years of marriage to fully merge our finances (I literally got the debit card for our joint account two months ago) and we still have a hard time saying “our money,” but we’re working on it.

So today, Carisa and Addison are sharing their model for managing finances in a same-sex partnership, complete with the added challenge of being in a relationship not recognized by the federal government. Would their model work for you? Maybe. Maybe not. But the point is, the conversations they are having about how and why they manage their finances as they do are the conversations we need to be having with our partners right now. In the meantime, for those of you just starting these conversations, I found these early APW posts from Meg on marriage and finances to be hugely influential when it came time for Michael and I to figure this all out. But as Meg said in her original text, our answer to family finances isn’t necessarily the right one. And Carisa and Addison’s might not be either. So if you’ve got a system you love, bring it to the table. Or if you’re still trying to figure it out, bring that too. The point is, let’s talk about this.

—Maddie

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My partner and I were together for roughly five years before we moved across the country together. Before we moved we kept a fairly meticulous list of who owes whom what and would pay out at the end or beginning of each month. When we moved, even after buying a car for the move, we never discussed any other financial plan. Then reality hit. I was making double her income working ten to fifteen fewer hours a week, and we had to have our first real discussions about finances that were not just, “Hey you owe me this.” We wanted to do things as a couple and needed to figure out a system that kept some sort of balance around money despite an unequal income.

As discussed a number of times on APW, finances are less than sexy. Unfortunately, finances become a whole different ball game when the federal government sees you as no more than roommates, when marriage isn’t a tangible marker of relationship stability, or if you aren’t down with marriage at all. We had to come up with our own way of dealing with money.

I was terrified because even the act of tallying what we owed each other was abhorrent to me. It was the opposite of the care and generosity we show each other. To add fuel to the fire, I grew up with a horrible model of finances. My parents fought when my dad made more money than my mom, they fought when my mother made more than my dad, they fought when there was no money and when there was lots of money. I wanted a different pattern of existence around money when I grew up.

Addison, on the other hand, grew up with her mother in control of the finances and significantly fewer battles in the house around money. I had always liked the idea of pooled money, but I was afraid of being taken advantage of, or worse, letting my mother down because she worked so hard to keep her finances her own.

What I found was…it wasn’t awful! Combining our finances meant we both have so much more room to breath and make big decisions together. Our way of combining finances also took into account the cultural mania around money, even in intimate relationships. Both of us come from women and gender studies backgrounds, so we started every conversation with what makes both of us feel the most valuable, from there we got the following setup.

  • Our accounts stay separate, but we have a joint credit card. This allows us to surprise each other and treat ourselves sometimes. Eventually (when we have more money all around) we want to be able to have a truly pooled account and separate fun money.
  • In order to make the separate account situation work we have a single spreadsheet of all family incomes and expenses. The money we make is in separate accounts but tallied as one amount when talking about what our finances look like. Continue reading Remember the Lesbians: On Finances

My fiancé and I are building a life together. This includes buying a new house. My parents make financial planning and life decisions I do not agree with, and they are struggling with poverty. They’ve asked to live with me on occasion before, but I wasn’t in the position. Now that I would technically have the space, I feel like a scumbag, but I do not want them to live with us in our new house. We have a history of them taking advantage of generosity, rather than using it as motivation to get their act straight. I am afraid they will never move out, and I cannot be a human ATM machine. I’m so tired of thinking about this and it makes me hurt. How do I know when to cut my parents off from an endless cash flow, when they continue to make terrible decisions?

Too Worn Out For A Fun Sign Off

Dear TWOFAFSO,

The worst part of adulthood (besides the nine-to-fives and the taxes) has got to be when you’re forced to parent your parents. And I hate to break it to ya, but that sounds like where you are. When it’s put that way, you can think of treating your parents the way you would, well—not kids. But, sort of, yeah. Kids. Plus the added respect for birthing you and/or raising you.

Whether we’re talking about parents or kids, or even friends or siblings, the most loving thing to do is to help without enabling and without hurting yourself. Easier said than done, am I right? Plus, you’re newly married. And marriage comes with a slight shift in relational roles. Yeah, you’re still your parents’ kid, you still love them to death, but now the protection of your marriage has been bumped up to top priority.

So, how to help, keeping all of these things in mind? Abruptly declaring, “ALRIGHT! I’ve helped you enough! You’re on your own!” can be sort of divisive. Instead, set some expectations and boundaries so there’s a bit of warning when it’s time to say, “Sorry. I can’t anymore.” Expectations being, “Here is what I want you to do,” and boundaries being, “Here’s the limit to how I will help.” Sometimes the boundaries are dependent on the expectations, of course. If you meet with a financial advisor weekly and follow their advice, I’ll help you cover your car payment, etc. Continue reading Ask Team Practical: Parenting Parents

Planning: Journeys

I’ve had two mini-receptions since I last wrote, one in New York and one in Ohio. Meg says I’m allowed some time to process those before I get to wedding graduate level. Instead, I want to write about a concept that helped me reign in some of the financial panic of the last few months: the Investment Wedding.

A wedding is an investment, of course. That’s what makes it so daunting if, like us, you have barely any assets to funnel into it. I’m just not used to spending money! What helped was finding ways to spend it that felt lasting. Weddings seem so fleeting; I wanted something concrete.

This informed many decisions. I bought a fancy outfit, but all things I’ll wear again. I took an eco-friendly make-up lesson and skipped the makeover. (H/T Meg, Kate Middleton.) We bought Brandon a suit, and now he looks extra-dashing on job interviews.

My concept of investment changed with time. I was sure we wouldn’t miss flowers, because nothing sets off my brain’s “waste of money” alarm like overpriced bouquets that will rot in a week. But APW kept posting DIY tutorials—So cute! So easy!—and I changed my mind. The day before the dinner reception siblings, mother, best high school buddy and I hit up the New York flower district. I took $200 cash, which was both much more than I’d ever imagined spending on blooms, and much less than any WIC budget will tell you is a self-respecting minimum.

Helpful sibling rocks the flower district

Turns out, purchasing armfuls of flowers is fun! Lugging them to Stumptown coffee for a pick-me-up—fun! Filling the bathtub with peonies and watching them open while you pee? Fun! Cramming stems into all the bottles and containers we could find in our apartment—OK, there were times when I worried it was all going to go horribly wrong. Then I took a nap and let my team take over. Fun again! I let my mother deal with setting them up in the restaurant, and it looked amazing. And while I’m pleased about that part, I’m even happier that the process was such a memorable part of the weekend. Turns out money wasn’t the issue at all. It was time that was being invested—time with folks who’d flown hundreds of miles to join the celebration. Continue reading Madeline: The Wedding Investment

Planning: Journeys

So I had this total brainwave about my hen party. I’d read all the wedding literature, heard all the complaints by friends of demanding brides, and I wanted to be helpful.

Me: “You guys, I’ve got the best idea for a hen ever. (Dramatic pause.) Lord of the Rings movie marathon! You guys can come over to my place and we’ll roll out the sofa bed. We’ll bake! And skip the Eowyn soup scene!”

Friends: (blank stare)

Me: “It’s a great idea!”

Friends: “No.”

Bridesmaid S: “You can do a Lord of the Rings marathon any time.”

Me: “You cannot do it any time. You need at least nine uninterrupted hours.”

Friends: “Oh, what about an afternoon tea party?”

S: “That would be nice!”

Me: “You can do an afternoon tea party any time!”

I was bewildered. Admittedly nine hours of Hugo Weaving talking really slowly might not be everyone’s cuppa, but I became friends with S at age seventeen when she remarked on the One Ring replica I was wearing around my neck (yeah, I was totally that kind of loser). So what was the problem?

The answer only came to me when I was complaining about the lukewarm response to my idea and a friend said, “It’s because a movie marathon doesn’t have the connotations of luxury an afternoon tea does.”

Oh. Right. There it is again. Continue reading Zen: Class Aspirations and Wedding Planning

I half feel like our whole For Richer, For Poorer series was just a lead up to this, from (new!) APW staffer Liz. Here Liz dives into the meat of the thing: being young, having a baby (surprise!), and not having enough money to eat, let alone pay the bills. (For the record, the situation has improved somewhat, and Liz and her family are eating three squares a day. We don’t have starving staffers!) The amazing thing about Liz is first, how much grace she’s shown navigating through this whole experience. I’ve watched with wonder (and offers to help) remembering my own broke twenties, and trying to figure out how I would have managed with an adorable kid as well. But more than that, Liz is able to tell us what she’s learned, not just how she’s managed. And that’s true grace.

I’m a bit of a pro at being broke. It’s something I’m accomplished in, the way some people are skilled and knowledgeable in playing piano or building a birdhouse. I have a knack for not having money.

We have never been financially comfortable in our short stint of marriage. We’re both young (I was twenty-three when we married), and particularly in this economy but also in general, that spells “broke.” That’s fine, I guess, when you’re both starting out in your chosen fields and haven’t made your way just yet. But, it gets a little harder when you find out—surprise!—you’re having a baby.

During the nine months I was pregnant, we were both lucky to find lucrative jobs. We weren’t in the clear, but we were able to go to an OBGYN and even buy a crib and some picture books in anticipation of the baby. Choosing to leave my job was difficult. I was passionate about what I did and it offered the true breadwinning paycheck, but I already loved my son so fiercely—and I hadn’t even met him yet.

Very shortly after I quit my job, Josh lost his.

We had dealt with unemployment and late electricity payments before, but this job loss, unlike the others before it, brought a special kind of panic. Now we had this awesome little creature relying on us. And he liked to eat.

We did everything we could think to do. Resumes and job applications, temp agencies, and websites for networking consumed our days. I began to focus more ardently on my blog and Etsy shop and Josh started his own business. These things helped a little money trickle in, but nothing that made any sort of dent. Who are these magical people who quit their jobs and start taking pictures of their outfits or knitting toilet paper cozies and can still afford rent? WHO ARE THEY? Continue reading For Richer or Poorer: Being Broke Doesn’t Break You

This week we’re doing it again. It’s For Richer, For Poorer week, Part II. Last time, we talked a lot about money: discussing it as women, sharing it in marriage, money and gay marriage (and why we need to change the law), multiple layoffs as a couple, and prenups. This week we really wanted to discuss financial hardship: What happens when you don’t have enough money to go around? How does your relationship grow and change? (And don’t worry, we’re totally going to talk about not having enough money to eat and other real kickers of life.) Today we’re starting out with Rory of Rory Gordon Photo (she made that awesome video of the LA stop on my book tour) talking about being young, broke, and married. I find this topic interesting because just a generation ago, it was assumed that you would probably be young and broke when you got hitched. That was fine. Great even. But somehow marriage has become the province of the well off. Which is nonsense. So this afternoon, Rory will be back with a wordless wedding of their DIY-Photo elopement at a courthouse wedding. Let’s discuss.

I’m a freelancer, and I’m 24. And married. To another freelancer. Who is also 24.

Which is a PC way to say, “We’re pretty much broke all the time.”

Despite the slow-going money situation, our careers are going really well and we’re pretty damn happy. I tell you, the most unexpected benefit of being married, beyond the huge break on our car insurance and the “if-you’re-hit-by-a-bus-I-can-pull-your-plug-without-explaining-our-relationship-to-nurses” benefit (which is really important, right? Everybody needs that benefit), has been growing our goals together. And goals don’t feed on money, thank goodness.

Before I got married, I heard and read a lot about growing up together when you get married young, which I thought meant learning to share chores and balance newly combined books together. And pick up your f*cking socks (me) and learning to clean the goddamned stove (him).

I heard and read a lot about getting your career in line before getting married. I heard and read it was responsible to be completely financially self-solvent before getting married. I heard your biggest goals and your loftiest dreams happened while you were still single.

I’m very happy that hasn’t been true for us. Continue reading Making Something Out Of Nothing