DH and I are very happy together. He’s a wonderful person. We earn well, although I earn more than him. We met at Cambridge University.
I came from a poor family. Going to Cambridge was my one shot at escaping poverty. I managed it, and now have a successful career. We have a very comfortable lifestyle, but live in a modest flat due to house prices. I went
When I was at university, I socialised a lot. Had some wealthy suitors. I sometimes wonder how life would have been easier (in some ways!) if I had gone for one of the wealthier men. Some had estates and homes in Chelsea. So money would never have been an issue. Yet I’d still have been me, and I am very driven.
I think perhaps, I wonder these things as I think about levels of wealth that are unattainable through paid work.
I am well aware that these men may have been horrid in reality. But I can’t help but wonder?