Oh, easy. Gary. He's makes 30% more than I do.
Such was not always the case. When we divided our money into separate accounts we were making almost the exact same amount. I'd get a raise and gloat that I made more, then he'd get a raise and rub my nose in it. But soon he switched companies a few times and got the big job-hopping bumps. Since then he's embraced responsibility, while I've dumped pitchers of ice water in responsibility's lap. Of course, after the incomes shifted the division of the bills went to 66/33.
Now, for a while at the beginning of our marriage you'd never have known we made the same amount. I am ashamed to say there was a time I would say things like, "We'll buy a new mattress when we scrape up enough money." I remember that exact quote because a friend snorted, "What do you mean, 'scrape up enough money?' Give me a break!"
I quoted the exchange to Mom, who nodded wisely and said, "'Poor mouth'. Your father Jerry did the same thing. He and his parents could have all the money in the world and still talk about how broke they were."
Since then I've tried to adopt Mom's attitude, which is "If you have money for minimal food, shelter and clothing, the rest is wealth. If the rest goes to paying for the bills for stuff you have, then you're still wealthy, you're just wealthy in things instead of cash."
Gary has no problems with Rich Mouth or Poor Mouth. He has Dumb Mouth. No idea how much is in his account at any time. I just asked him. He checked the balance online. He was off by 200%. Yep, he just asked me to float him some cash. Thanks, Rat-a-Tat.