Luxury for Her Mother, Lectures for Mine

"My mom is 71 years old. Thanks to her arthritis acting up, she's in so much pain that she can't descend the stairs at all.She tentatively calls me and asks if she can rent an apartment that comes with an elevator of its own.But my wife, Lucy Glaser, brings out the household ledger and points at the red numbers on the pages."Last month, you bought yourself a tie, which is 300 dollars beyond our monthly budget. Yet now you're planning on adding another impulsive expense?"Only then do I realize that I don't even have the freedom to buy myself a tie despite earning an annual salary of tens of millions of dollars.My mom is still trying to explain herself in a humble tone over the phone."Oh, please don't feel troubled about it, Caleb. I was just asking on a whim. I've already grown used to my old home anyway…"After I end the call, I feel rather stuffy in my chest.What's there for me to feel troubled about? After all, I'm a partner of a top-tier law firm who earns tens of millions of dollars every year.The one who keeps standing in my way is Lucy, who's only a mid-level lawyer yet insists on controlling my finances. She also calls herself the best candidate for the household asset allocation."