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Growing up, my parents never spokefinance with me. But they did two things: 1. The money is important, and 2. it was examined by men.

My father-in-law was the one who took care of all the finances. My mother often said he had "saved us. I had no idea of ​​economic culture, but it was not long before I started assimilating men with the rescue andfinancial security.

Although I earned spending money through part-time tasks and jobs like a teenager, I never discussed income or expenses with my parents. If I came out of money, I go to them, feel outdated, but their answers were only increasing my shame. Instead of saying something like, "Let's talk about how the budget," they said, "How Dish did you live your money so fast? »

Not surprisingly, Ilack of confidence money when I went to college. During my second year, I met a young man who came from awealthy family. He had high professional aspirations and a firm grip on the economy. I would like to be able to say that I was not impressed by the labels on his shirts, the cars of his family led, or the upscale suburbs in which they lived, but I was. And, I flattered by his attention. Until then, no one had ever had this level of wealth showed no interest in me.

We got married just after graduation. I am grateful for confidence with numbers, as well as its focus on work and structure. He felt reassuring and familiar. For quickly, he made his way to the c-suite, and we enjoyed a lotsumptuous lifestyle Built on its enormous income. We had things most people can only dream, including several boats, memberships to yacht clubs, and holidays at tropical places, swimming in coral reefs of billionaires.

We had a second, fully furnished house that often remained empty. We had gardeners, landscapers, architects, experts, and countless others who helped us maintain all ourthing.

Every year every season, even, brought us the lastfashion trends, Passing by the clothes as it was nothing.

We have savings funds,pension fund, And "Fun" funds, as well as health insurance and access to the best medical care in the world. In fact, we had insurance on everything, including our many cars and boats. There was always enough money for us to pursue advanced studies, and there were always sumptuous celebrations once we obtained them.

In addition, I could afford to launch a writer career, largely because I do not have to worry about finance. It seemed so much on the paper, which is why I often wondered why, instead of feeling happy and safe, our wealth made me feel more and more empty.

My husband could sometimes spend up to 18 hours a day at work, and when family and friends rented his tireless work ethics, I could not help, but the echo of their feelings.He wants to offer a stable platform to build a familyI was thinking of a family was more and more impatient to start.

"We have to wait until we have more savings," he said. "Let's wait a year. »

It did not take long in our marriage that he fully took over all financial decisions. Although he fill me on his choices, he clearly indicated that I had to follow, but blindly. "It's complicated," he told me when I insisted learning more about the numbers. He had been one of the leading finances at the university, he reminded me, and that was inhis wheelhouse. I had been an important communication, and we knew that the number terrified.

Very often, I thought he was saving me from mybad spending habitsThat's - when he did not tell me himself.My mother had been saved, I thought,So it should not be shameful to that, right? Yet, I felt like a failure on a daily basis.

In fact, most of the time, I woke up feel like complete fraud. I have never grown at ease to be rich. I had zero financial literacy with gains or savings. And it has become increasingly clear that mydefinition of security has not been aligned with my husband. As he seemed to consider security as "the supply," I considered "intimacy". I wanted to hold his hand and feel his body by my side, but you can not do it with a workaholic. More than money or financial freedom, I wanted my husband, but he quickly became clear that he was married to his career.

Incredibly, I found myself envying my married friends who stressed and paid on their finances together, which budgeted and mutually responsible. I was jealous of the vulnerability and intimate that they were to each other in a way that, for me, really imported.

A friend who had trouble financially saying about himsleepless nightsWith her husband, keeping each other, praying their way through their debt. I have never looked in my partner about it or such things. I know he believed that he was doing our best for us. In reality, he was just not there.

Money turned to logistics experts, operating from what felt likeseparate islands. We spent a short time coexist or appreciate yourself as a couple. As income and assets also increased, has our division been divided. Yes, I had more money than ever dreamed, but I felt emotionally bankrupt.

After seven years of wedding, my husband was finally happy enough with our financial perspectives for us.start a family. We had two children and, as they grew up, the salary of my partner - as well as the time it has passed away from our family. I'm afraid now when I think about what he told me when I cried on children who need more quality time with him: "We will have as much money when we get off," A-T -he declares. "We can do what we want, and we will come back on this time and we will be happy to have stuck it." I let myself believe it.

By the time we hit our 10-year anniversary, we moved into the tenth of thepercent. And yet, it was not long before my resentment begins to grow up. I would gladly make my career on hiatus to have children and support his efforts for six years of graduate studies, but I married him to be his partner, not a solitary pioneer. I constantly apologize for spending too much grocery, on clothes, on gifts we gave to other people looking yet another boat appears in our aisle, another expensive tool appears in the sub- Soil, another fancy car, another case of fine wine, another race bike.

I spent most of the budget he gave me the daily needs such as household supplies, education and things for children, but he often described my choices as "extravagants" or "irresponsible" . I could feel his frustration every time he examined our bills, sighed and said, "We have to have a serious conversation." But it was never productive or collaborative - never the kind of discussion I needed or hoped for it would.

Many times, I said that I finally had enough, that I felt ignored when he refused to talk about finances or meet me and the accountant. And just as I rely on the point of no return, he received another$ 20,000 vacation in an attempt to make sure. Then, the dysfunctional cycle of shame would again become again before our knees have even faded.

Finally, my confusion turned into bitterness and anger when I recognized his constant shame for what she was: check. I may not have been wise to save and spend, but I wanted to try to understand it. My efforts to encourage joint advice and meetings with our financial advisors have been rejected. I realized that my marriage was not built on love or commitment, but rather on dollars and status.

I know now that he had taken part where my father-in-law had gone, managing all the money and leaving my financial muscle fixed in the same fact as three-step exercises for decades:

1. Expense and exists until the next "Vienna to Jesus" speaks with the responsible man.
2. Experience a deep shame after being told to pass "more intelligently" (or less) without roadmap or discussion.
3. Accept the forgiveness of the man, then start the cycle.

One day, I spoke to my sister, who had built a private medical practice but still experienced the paycheck at the paycheck. Suddenly, she told me, "You are the richest person I have ever met." I was stunned. Even after all these years, I still did not consider myself "rich" because I did not have good relationships with money. It made me feel uncomfortable and shame. That's when everything finally registered: I did not want this life.

After 20 years of wedding, my husband and me finallyhave divorced. At some point, I asked him why he thought things had not worked. "I probably should have stayed for the year 10," he says, "but I stayed for the children." In the decline, I should have stayed earlier. I thought I had to stay, for better or worse, and I could not let me see how serious it was.

We were dependent on the money to make us happy and in the end, that's what finally torn us.

I know now that while wealth could ensure a secure and comfortable lifestyle, it can never guarantee things that really matter: respect, intimacy, healthy communication and true love. Money can not deal with old injuries or unraveling the past. And, as the old adage says, it will not keep you warm at night. Believe me, I know.

Since our divorce a few years ago, I took the time to learn more about finances and this has been a difficult but absolutely liberating process. I used to feel the traveler and trapped. Now, I feel strongly, ability, happy and free. I am in control of my finances now, and although it's not easy, I would not change this life for nothing. And, finally I understood that the only real security that we can have inside.

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