The problem? His family.
Old money, old-school mindset, and apparently, zero respect for someone who didn’t grow up with a silver spoon or a trust fund.
His mother, my mother-in-law, has called me everything but my name. Her favorite? “Old gold digger.” As if being five years older automatically makes me suspicious. As if I’d need anything from them when I’ve been financially independent since I was 16.
She made her feelings clear from day one, but we still married, in secret. We didn’t want the drama. We just wanted to be together. But the drama came anyway. About three months after the wedding, she asked to meet me. Alone. That should’ve been my first red flag.
