Just been wondering really... my exH and I divorced and it was largely due to the difference in our class. But I know other people do seem to make it work... so maybe it wasn't actually down to class - maybe it was actually just me and my attitude?
When we met (age 19/20) we had very similar views and values on things. In our own little bubble of two, we had a lovely, happy life. He was obviously 'posh' and had money, but was still someone I saw as my equal. We naively thought class was irrelevant. Maybe he was rebelling a bit against his family at the time idk.
But the world he is from is a very different one to mine, and even to the one we shared together. It was definitely one I didn't ever fit into. Its not just about the money- plenty of wealthy people dont live in this high class society. To me, it was like a cross between Downton Abbey and some dystopian world! There were different rules. I didn't ever have the right outfit to wear, I didn't shop in the same places they shopped, had nothing at all to talk about with these people- 'Oh so you don't ride horses/play polo/play any instruments/shoot clay pigeons etc?'
His parents, although always pleasant to me, didn't ever approve of me due to my lower social class. And we eloped which was like a massive crime to them and brought shame on the family
It didn't matter how nice and including people tried to be, it was always so awkward and was glaringly obvious that I didn't belong. It was embarrassing and I felt pitied. I know this does say more about me, than them. I really did try, but it was awful. It was okay with just his immediate family, but there were so many events and things we were expected to go to. Before we were married, he would attend lots of these things alone, as I didn't want to go. This worked out well. But once we were married there was this expectation that I should attend these things as his wife, which caused arguements. We have 2 children and after they were born, he seemed to be veering back towards that lifestyle, spending more time in those social circles. And so the marriage fell apart. That was not my world and not one I ever felt comfortable being a part of. And he didn't seem like the same person I fell in love with anymore.
We're still friends, in as much as exs can be and we co-parent well. I often wonder if I should have made more effort or been more accepting. I know it was mainly my insecurities around that lifestyle that ended the marriage. If it was just me, him and the kids, away from his family and that lifestyle maybe it could have worked.