Some of that advice is ridiculous.
My mom was stay-at-home from the birth of my older brother until my little sister entered school, and she never earned more than my dad. Nevertheless, my dad was on an ‘allowance’ until he retired. Not really: he had enough to buy a used Triumph TR-7, but for daily expenses he had an allowance. My mom did all the money management. The big dollar decisions were mutual (often accompanied by a bit of yelling).
When it came time to buy cars or houses, dad picked the cars and they both picked the school district and house. My father then went in to negotiate the deal. It was not necessary to actually break the salesman’s spirit during this ordeal, but hey, sometimes these things happen.
I’ll never forget this exchange:
Dad: Let me have my pay stub.
Mom (confused): Why do you need that?
Dad: I want to remind myself that I make more than $50 a week.
