I caught a glimpse of you the other day; you were being caressed by another woman’s hand. I watched, mesmerised as her thumb moved over you whilst she kept you close to her side.
I don’t know exactly when we drifted apart; when the twins came along our relationship became strained. You were the cause of many an argument between he who helped create them and I. But then I returned to work and slowly we got close again and I became accustomed to feeling you in my palm again.
Then BB was born and it was like I had slapped you in the face, you turned your back on me like never before. I see you so infrequently now that I don’t know what I would do if we had to spend any serious time together.
But I miss you…
I needed you when I was shopping last week and that red dress called to me.
I needed you when I looked at the glossy travel brochure whilst waiting for a train.
I needed you when I was trying to decide whether to make a packed lunch or to go out for food.
I needed you when I looked at my hair and saw only roots.
Do you remember when you loved me so much you bought me jewels.
Do you remember when you helped me travel through Europe and how much fun you had changing your appearance for each city we visited.
Do you remember coming with me to clear out the baby shops when we heard the twins were en route.
I know; I left so much of you in Mothercare, kiddicare and I think I lost the rest of you to nappies and baby wipes.
But; I want you back in my life.
If I try harder will you return? If I am more frugal with you will you stick around? If I keep you safe in my pocket will you grow in value?
They say that you can’t buy happiness, but ‘money’ if you were back in my life we could have a damn good go…
Dear money – please come back – we were good together.