My name is Maria, and I’m a miser. I should probably seek help for that, but the first step is to accept the problem, right? No matter how disappointing or embarrassing:
A miser is a person who is reluctant to spend, sometimes to the point of forgoing even basic comforts and some necessities, in order to hoard money or other possessions. Although the word is sometimes used loosely to characterize anyone who is mean with their money, if such behavior is not accompanied by taking delight in what is saved, it is not properly miserly.
Freud attributed the development of miserly behavior to toilet training in childhood. Some infants would attempt to retain the contents of their bowels and this would result in the development of an anal retentive personality that would attempt to retain their wealth and possessions in later life.
Misers as a type have been a fruitful source for writers and artists in many cultures.
I’ll have to check in with my parents about the circumstances surrounding my toilet training. And I’ve never considered myself anal retentive, but it’s a new millennium – anything is possible.
I’m engaged to Mr, who is not a miser. As a matter of fact, his love language is GIFTS. If he has money to spend, he’s spending it. What a great quality! Mr, however, doesn’t have much money. I don’t either.
Lots of love. Not a lot of money. We’ll be fine… right after the wedding (as long as we don’t go in debt to do it.)
Oh, my love language is ACTS OF SERVICE, if you care to know. I know you do! 😉