Airing of Grievances: Cruel Credit Card

Dear Credit Card,

You were my first.

I remember the first day I laid eyes on you and your silver, sleek body with your baby-blue letters. We had an instant connection. It took no time to warm up to you, and I remember during our first date, you bought me chocolates at midnight.

When I packed my bags for college, my parents warned me to stay away from cards like you. They said that it would lead to bad decisions and that I should focus on my studies instead. Was it naivete or wishful thinking that led me to believe you wouldn’t pull me in? I thought our relationship could be casual, meeting up occasionally for lunch dates or trips to the mall.

But ever since we committed on that first day, you’ve never left my side.

For better or worse, you have stuck it out with me. When my bank account held less than a dollar, you supported me. When I told you I needed some space, some time to get my spending straight, you were understanding. Even when I was unable to pay you back, you told me to take my time.

You’ve been with me in sickness and in health — literally, you funded my NyQuil needs when I had the flu and went with me to the gym during my New Year’s resolution fitness kick.

It’s been great. No — we’ve been great. But the honeymoon phase ended a long time ago. I adore you, but I’m afraid this relationship just isn’t healthy anymore. You know what they say: Girls just want to have funds. Unfortunately, this girl is a little too dependent on yours.

As I grow older I want something less risky, and I want to be more responsible. I hate to say this, but my parents were right. You’ve been a part of some of my best moments, like eating late-night Boot pizza, but it was also you who supported my spiral into a dark 2 a.m. shopping addiction.

My family doesn’t approve of you. My friends think I’m not myself with you. Lord knows my bank account isn’t a fan. We are simply too irresponsible together, and while you were a great first love, our relationship wasn’t built to last.

I’ll love you forever, but sometimes love — or a seemingly endless amount of money — isn’t always enough.


Big Spender