So, my FI is a sweet guy and is really good to his friends. He tends to pick up a lot of oddballs and people who are not so suave socially, which is great, and they've all been nice to me when we meet. He also is paid much better than most of them, so a lot of times he treats them to dinner or drinks when they go out. Last weekend he picked up a friend of his in their hometown (about 3ish hours from FI's base) and brought him to our apartment (still getting used to saying that) to have some fun because the guy just got dumped. This is all fine, and I love that he's getting to do this stuff while I'm not there yet (he'd be fine to do it if I was, but I'm glad he's having fun).
He's leaving for IFS before I get down there (major bummer, got that news today), so I will be moving mostly alone and waiting to do the big stuff when he gets back. We're talking about moving and getting some of our friends to help us in exchange for beer (they'd do it for free, but I like to offer gas $ and booze). He says I should see the fridge. I immediately ask what happened. He sends me a pic of the fridge. It's filled top to bottom and to the back with beer. And not cheap beer, really nice beer. He bought it all and did that to brighten up his friend's mood when the guy was there. He spent probably $200ish or more dollars on beer for a laugh.
I'm torn between thinking that he's a really sweet guy and that he does wonderful things for his friends. And being livid. His family is coming into town this weekend, and he always drops a good deal of money on them, and he and I just had a conversation a few days ago about how money is tight and we'll have to wait on buying things for the apartment like a bed (we have matresses on the floor, and they're nice mattresses bought on sale, but they are on the floor). I know we're not married, so it's not my money to say how it's spent. But, Christ on a Cracker, a whole fridge full of beer as a legitimate expense when we have pretty much nothing for the apartment. As well as, where in the hell is food? I'm not as pissed as this makes me sound, but dammit, I want sheets!
I just have to keep repeating to myself over and over: It's not my money, It's not my money....
