My Husband Believes Bills Should Be Split ‘Based on Who Uses What’ – I Had to Teach…

Andrea thought money issues in marriage were about big things—buying a house, saving for the future—not Wi-Fi bills and

almond milk. But over time, her husband Thomas’s meticulous financial habits became suffocating. What started as fair

budgeting turned into obsessive itemizing: every grocery item, every bath, every TV show watched had to be divided and

charged accordingly.She paid for cleaning supplies because she cleaned more.

Their Netflix bill was split based on who watched more. Even home-cooked meals came with Venmo requests. Then,

on the day of a crucial work presentation, Thomas sent her a $20 request—for using Wi-Fi while working from home.That was

the breaking point.Andrea stayed calm. Instead of arguing,

she created an itemized invoice of her own—every load of laundry, every dinner made,

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