Gareth and I have become obbbbssseeessseddd with money.
Everything we seem to do or say revolves around that nasty green stuff.
Our lives are, seemingly, on permanent hold because of that crappy paper.
Our relationship is crumbling because of that shit we stick in our wallet.
We don't know how to fix it.
I know I love him.
I know he loves me.
But right now, it all seems:
