You try to control everything. You tell me what size my house can be.
You tell me what car to drive & how often I can drive it.
You scrutinise my grocery shopping, so much so, it’s a painful errand.
I’ll wear only what you say I can.
I’ll go where you say and go when you say.
Fine, I won’t go on holiday this year.
Dear Money, I hate you.
-ABB
