He who holds the strings of your purse, has by default become the master of your life.

So let’s see if I get this straight. Its my money that you are giving me, but I am not allowed to buy a new bed, yummy bones, sweet smelling soap, dressy clothes, fast food, deserts, meat, and anything else that taste good. Nor am I allowed to pay for grooming, or any form of pampering. Buy my dream house complete with a swimming pool, chickens, an RV, and big screen TV, or anything else on my wish list big or small. What can I do with my money? From the sound of this list the only thing that I am free to do with my money is sit and stare at it.

You know what, I am starting to get a little bit suspicious that giving up control of my money was not such a good idea after all. And I cannot help but wonder is it really my money anymore or now is it yours?