“Exactly,” I replied, my voice chillingly calm. “I was your wife, not a bank you had permission to rob whenever your family demanded more.”
Daniel began to cry. For the first time, I didn’t feel a shred of sympathy. I just felt an overwhelming, profound exhaustion.
“Mom had so many expenses,” Daniel whimpered. “Aaron was always short on cash. I just didn’t want it to look like you were the only successful one in the marriage.”
There it was. The absolute, unvarnished truth.
They didn’t just want my financial support; they resented the fact that it came from me. They needed my wealth to sustain their lifestyle, but their fragile pride couldn’t handle admitting that a woman they looked down on was keeping them afloat.
