Will it ever get easier? The relationship between women and their money? And whose money is it to begin with? I think about the dear reality that my Father is a banker. That I had nothing to do with that. That he opened a savings account for me from a very young age and has monitored what I earn and what I spend from adolescence on. The majority of myself is grateful for this, for I have acute awareness that not all children were provided financial means or guidance.I think about the man who helped me open a French bank account today. That I had everything to do with that.That the creating of a reciprocal, close relationship with another person was fully in my control. And his assistance in translating with a foreign banker to transport money I earned elsewhere to use it how I wish is something I’m grateful for.It’s a complex situation, so why did it feel so vain?