I made Diana cry today. She bought something that I thought was kind of pretentious (more by association than anything), and it was pretty much the worst kind of invalidation at the worst time. She just wanted to buy something nice for herself, which is certainly something I can relate to.
It's a pretty weird financial situation for both of us. She doesn't work, for the first time in her adult life, at 40, and really we never had any kind of merged finances at all until we moved here, despite being married. It has never really been an issue of hers and mine, it just seemed easiest not to bother doing shared accounts and what not. She's reluctant to buy stuff for herself, and even this purchase came from the remnants of her own checking account.
So I was a dick, and I feel bad.