I won't go on too long but basically, me and Gabriel had a 50-50 agreement. We are each to contribute evenly to all expenses - wedding, house, kids - no matter what.
It wasn't fair at all, since he knew I was going to undertake a $35k loan for my studies. And speaking of that, I won't have a stable income the entire time I was schooling.
So I told him this 50-50 arrangement would be robbing me of my dream wedding and he retorted with how I should scale it down realistically anyway. And then left the room to let me suffer alone.
Back then, I was pissed. But now, I was resigned. I was determined I cannot have a man who leaves me to die like this. Either he mans up and takes the man's share of a financial responsibility, or I leave.
I know it sounds like I'm an unreasonable cunt but the full story is too long to go into, so let's just stick to that.
Hence, I sent him a longass message. I detailed how if he wanted 50-50, we'll never get married because I need to pay off my loan first and that's gonna take me till 28. And then I need to re-save for the wedding and that's gonna take me till 30. And then there's our apartment.
In the end, I knew one thing with certainty: I couldn't handle that much of a financial dependence on me. If he couldn't help shoulder it by earning power percentage (what I all along wanted), then we'll call our entire relationship off.
So with that heavy heart, I proceeded on with my day.
But of course, this can't dampen my vanity whoop whoop.
He finally replied.
In what I know must've been a long discussion with himself, he's finally decided that he'll do anything to make me happy, even if it means scrapping the 50-50 policy.
The relief I felt was monumental. I had been so worried, wondering how I was going to go for my degree in exchange for crippling debt and a postponement to our married life, but he's made everything okay again. As he always does.
Thank you.
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