We used to go out to breakfast every payday. I have direct deposit, so first thing every other Friday, we jumped up, threw clothes on, and went and had breakfast. Then I’d run him home, and Hope and I would be off.
He’d call me all day long, and we’d plan what we had to do with the money, and what we wanted to do with whatever was left. And when I’d leave, and if I’d pick him up before I went for Hope. (Early, and always, are the answers to those questions.) And we’d go eat cheap, get the necessities paid, and most likely be out of money by nightfall. Sometimes the money would last till Saturday afternoon.
When you live paycheck to paycheck, payday is an Event.
Unless you’re mourning your partner in celebration. Then it’s just another damn day, a little more painful than others.