Jesse coming home early from all his work and his appointments was what she had secretly hoped for upon waking up to an empty bed and a scribbled note by the bedside table. It was a day off and she'd spent the morning indulging in a hot bath and spa like treatment, before lunch, some reality tv show she and Kurt had been binge watching and then straightening up the apartment.
As the afternoon wore on, she'd decided to go get the mail. It was still a little new to have letters addressed to her shipped mixed in with ones with his name on them, but she liked it. When she'd gotten the stack of mail back up to the apartment, she'd cringed to see that everything with her name on it was a bill. There were notices, her actor's union bill, medical bills, and worse, credit card bills. In most situations Rachel was on top of everything to a level of perfection that few strove for. The bills though had started to pile when she'd moved back to NYC and learned that standing on her own two feet was not as easy as she'd thought.
Never before had Rachel been an adult completely on her own, and there were expenses that she'd been hit by that she hadn't expected, and a few that she had. Her dads had done a great job of raising her in many ways, but she suffered heavily from spoiled only child syndrome and it showed. The coffee and lunch breaks, the dress in the window that she just had to have, the pair of shoes that matched it, were all expenses that she hadn't thought of as she handed over her credit card. She paid off the bills as best she could, but when it came to the end of the month and things had to be paid, some things were left to the side because she needed that roof over her head. It had caused things to pile up a bit before she'd moved in with Jesse.
Moving in with him had taken off some of the pressure, but she'd gotten herself into a hole and she was only able to very slowly crawl out of it, especially when treating herself was so tempting. It had become to easy to ignore because school got in the way, but at least one had gone into default and she'd begun to feel really overwhelmed. Part of her had wanted to tell her boyfriend, but she was convinced he'd be furious with her, and she didn't want him to snap at her for this obvious epic failure on her part. Finances were one of the leading causes of couples breaking up, and she didn't want to be one of those statistics because she wasn't off to a good start with adult money managing.
She'd sat down at the table to try and figure out what to pay off this month, but the interest was racking up and she could was barely causing a dent in it. Every month she'd been trying to cover it up, but suddenly he's there and looking at one of them and her heart stops.
"Yes, but..." She tries to reach out to grab the letter, but when he holds it out of reach, she begins instead to try and gather up the rest of them. Her tone is laced with guilt, concern, and even a hint of nerves. "Don't worry, I'm on top of it," she tried to lie, and turn the topic to something else. "Thai sounds really good though. I like the idea of renting a movie and having a relaxing evening with you."
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As the afternoon wore on, she'd decided to go get the mail. It was still a little new to have letters addressed to her shipped mixed in with ones with his name on them, but she liked it. When she'd gotten the stack of mail back up to the apartment, she'd cringed to see that everything with her name on it was a bill. There were notices, her actor's union bill, medical bills, and worse, credit card bills. In most situations Rachel was on top of everything to a level of perfection that few strove for. The bills though had started to pile when she'd moved back to NYC and learned that standing on her own two feet was not as easy as she'd thought.
Never before had Rachel been an adult completely on her own, and there were expenses that she'd been hit by that she hadn't expected, and a few that she had. Her dads had done a great job of raising her in many ways, but she suffered heavily from spoiled only child syndrome and it showed. The coffee and lunch breaks, the dress in the window that she just had to have, the pair of shoes that matched it, were all expenses that she hadn't thought of as she handed over her credit card. She paid off the bills as best she could, but when it came to the end of the month and things had to be paid, some things were left to the side because she needed that roof over her head. It had caused things to pile up a bit before she'd moved in with Jesse.
Moving in with him had taken off some of the pressure, but she'd gotten herself into a hole and she was only able to very slowly crawl out of it, especially when treating herself was so tempting. It had become to easy to ignore because school got in the way, but at least one had gone into default and she'd begun to feel really overwhelmed. Part of her had wanted to tell her boyfriend, but she was convinced he'd be furious with her, and she didn't want him to snap at her for this obvious epic failure on her part. Finances were one of the leading causes of couples breaking up, and she didn't want to be one of those statistics because she wasn't off to a good start with adult money managing.
She'd sat down at the table to try and figure out what to pay off this month, but the interest was racking up and she could was barely causing a dent in it. Every month she'd been trying to cover it up, but suddenly he's there and looking at one of them and her heart stops.
"Yes, but..." She tries to reach out to grab the letter, but when he holds it out of reach, she begins instead to try and gather up the rest of them. Her tone is laced with guilt, concern, and even a hint of nerves. "Don't worry, I'm on top of it," she tried to lie, and turn the topic to something else. "Thai sounds really good though. I like the idea of renting a movie and having a relaxing evening with you."