stumbling already

My shoe addiction has reached a new low. Instead of abstaining, I convinced myself it was OK to buy shoes IF I found them on the clearance rack at Marshalls. They are totally cute, but bright red suede with red patent leather,and really too high-heeled for me. I'm keeping them anyway. Defiance feels good today.
My boyfriend has said that he's not sure about marriage after all, and I shouldn't take it personally. what should I do with this ring now?

getting serious

This is day one of attempting to stop using retail therapy. I have many bad habits, but this is an old, firmly entrenched one. I can trace it back to the dangerous combination of the heady freedom of receiving my first paycheck, and a closet full of my brother's woefully tattered hand-me-downs.
After years of short,home-shorn hair and boy's clothing, I ached to look girlishly attractive. No one was ever going to mistakenly assume that there were three BOYS in my family again!
My earnings, tiny as they were, went directly to the hairdresser and my wardrobe. I was 14 years old.

initial posting

I'm sure I am not the only divorced mom who, while not giving up on finding the REAL Mr. Right, has placated her lonely heart (and closet) with pretty things for herself, and toys for the kids. After a year or two, this "retail therapy" extended to more expensive entertainment, trips, and spa visits. Diverting,but irresponsible. The result was two somewhat spoiled kids, and mounting credit card debt.
Then I meet him...the wonderful guy I have been dreaming about. Turns out, although we share an amazing amount of common goals and interests, he is very proud of his conservative financial practices. As a virtually debt-free homeowner, they have served him well.
He shops at Bob's.