33 years ago, at the age of 32, I was a single woman who owned a four bedroom seaside house with £34,000 of equity in it and had a fairly well paid (though blue collar) job. I also had £5,000 in the bank.
I was sitting pretty.
Then I met a bloke and allowed social indoctrination to persuade me that life would be even better if I threw in my lot with him. Because, you know, what's the point of having your own home and a steady job if you don't have a man to share your life with? If you are a sad little "incel", a "dried up spinster"?
Reader, I lost everything.
He abused my love for him, and my trust in him, to manipulate the situation, in order to get me 100% financially entangled with him, and dependent on him, then he turned nasty, frightening and violent, and it cost me everything to get away from him.
By the time I was 37 I had lost everything, was £20k in debt. Luckily I still had my job. It took me 20 years to get back to where I was at age 32.
If my experience can stop anyone else from doing what I did, it was worth sharing. I was persuaded to believe that love was more important than money. It isn't.