I do it every time!

Poor Adam. He wants to go out with the guys. What do I do? I fuss. Ok, I bitch. I guess maybe it's because I see more of our finances than he does. I don't know. He makes more than I do so he should be allowed to go out from time to time to enjoy a beer (or ten) with his friends. I mean, he doesn't complain when Catrina & I decide to go out for a bottle (or four) of wine.

I guess it's because I worry. I worry about our money. I worry about him. I worry about his sorry ass friends who take advantage of him and get Adam to pay their way (yes, he does have some sorry ass friends...I have people who can verify this!).

I need to learn to let go.