10 signs you're a credit card abuser
By Angela Spires
Five years ago, I was asked at the register at Victoria's Secret if I would like to apply for a Secret Angel's card. And as if my dreams of becoming a Secret Angel (never mind that it was for Victoria and not Charlie) weren't enough, the card came with a coupon book with over a hundred dollars in savings and other offers. Naturally, I applied.
Every six months to a year, my limit increased because I paid my bills on time. Soon, I had a $1,000 credit limit--maxed out--to an underwear store. Who needs $1,000 in underwear? I needed to be stopped.
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