After discovering her husband repeatedly using food banks despite their comfortable income, Celine concocts a unique plan to teach him the real value of community resources. Will her eye-opening strategy deepen their understanding or open a rift in their relationship? Hi, everyone!
My name is Celine, and today I need to vent a little about something that’s been bothering me for a while. My husband, Kris, and I have been together for 17 years—married life has been mostly wonderful and we’re pretty fortunate financially. We make over $200,000 a year, so we’re not exactly pinching pennies.
But here’s the kicker: Kris has this thing about being super frugal, to the point of extremes. Despite our fridge being fully stocked and us having the means to comfortably buy whatever we need, Kris has this habit of hitting up local food banks. And it’s not that he volunteers; he goes there to get food.
The first time I caught him doing this, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He walked into the house with bags full of canned goods, bread, and some vegetables. At first, I thought he’d been shopping at a discount store or something.
But no, he had this look on his face, a mix of guilt and defiance. “I saved us a bunch of money.” He said, trying to justify it. He tries to blend in with those who genuinely need these services.
He’d wear his oldest clothes, take our oldest car—the one that seriously needs a paint job—and drive down to the food bank. He acts as though we’re on the brink of financial ruin, which is so far from the truth. I’ve tried to talk to him about it.
I’ve told him that there are people out there who really need those resources. Moreover, I’ve shown him posts on social media, from local food banks, highlighting the need for donations and how they’re struggling to meet demand. But it just doesn’t click with him.
He shrugs and says, “There’s enough to go around.”
So today when I opened our fridge—guess what? It was packed with fresh produce and nice cuts of meat. Confused and a bit upset, I asked Kris where it all came from.
He sheepishly admitted, “I went to the food bank again. There was a post on Facebook about a big donation they received, and I thought why not?”
I immediately pulled up the Facebook post he was talking about. People were already commenting, asking if any of the food was left.
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