Goodbye and good riddance

I remember the first time my father gave me a credit card of my own so that I can use it in case of ‘emergencies’. For me, shopping for new clothes is an emergency; seeing the pink dress that is 50% off its original price is an emergency; buying new shoes is an emergency and eating out when I am hungry is an emergency.

It was fine with my dad at first but when the monthly credit reports that he receives keeps on showing how much I spend in shopping, he took the scissors and cut my credit card in half.

Goodbye shopping. Goodbye new shoes. Goodbye. Goodbye.