My first BF (I was about 16) came from a family with lots of money - and has since inherited a castle on Welsh borders. He had beautiful horses (I was horse-mad & only had my rather elderly pony to ride), he had his own car & would take me out for expensive meals, weekends away etc etc.
The trouble is, despite my best efforts, I didn't fancy him. He would ask what I wanted to do at the weekend, I'd say 'let's go for a long ride on your horses' he'd say that he thought I was only with him because of his horses, me: umm ...🙄
When I became 18 & about to go to uni in London, he wanted to get engaged. I thought about it, discussed with parents & friends, and, in the end decided that I didn't want to have to live with someone who I was good friends with, but didn't fancy despite his money, horses, cars, big house(s) (they had a chateau in France as well as their main house) with people to clean & cook for me & prospects of a comfortable life.
Years afterwards, when struggling with DCs (I went on to have 5), nursery fees, a stressful job, old cars that kept breaking down, high interest rates & unaffordable mortgage, my mother would say what a shame that I didn't marry him as I would be living a life of clover. However, I also would be having to have regular sex with someone who didn't turn me on and would have felt like a prostitute because I would've only been with him for his money. I know that both of our lives would have been miserable.
I don't regret anything. After a short-lived miserable marriage, I met my now DH (who I love more every day and still fancy the pants off 😍), we have 5 wonderful children all of whom are successful in their chosen careers & (except for my youngest) are married with children who are the light of our lives & give us so much pleasure.