I've made a recent discovery...

I like shopping.
I think.
Or rather shopping likes me.
My first encounter was at the local target last week.
I shopped and bought and it made my heart happy.

The true test was when I walked out of the store and I didn't feel an ounce of buyers remorse.
Or maybe I did, but I am learning to suppress that feeling- that uncontrollable urge to take everything back to the store the minute the clerk hands me my receipt.

And as I loaded my bags and climbed into my car a warm feeling came over me. And in that moment I knew that the cute skirt & sweater I bought for Macie, and the brown boots that I'm pretty sure Abrie can't live without, and that bed spread that called my name loved me back.
It was a sweet moment.

And who says you can't have a *relationship with inanimate objects?

Relationship Status

*Currently, shopping and I have an open relationship. Nate knows about shopping and shopping knows about Nate.

We haven't reached that level yet where I come home and stealthily hide the shopping bags under the bed when I hear the sound of Nate's voice; or hit the "YES" button every time I'm at the grocery store and the credit card machine asks me if I'd like to take more money out. And then, when Nate asks me why our grocery bill is so high I will respond with something like, "Ya, WOW! They've really raised the price of milk these days." and then quickly change the subject.

We're not there yet, shopping and I, but I'll let you know when we are. And perhaps then we can start a support group.

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