MidReal Story

Money's Shadow Over Love

Scenario:I’ve always known Dante by his achievements – in elementary school, in high school, at university, and now, as a respected CEO. In life, Dante’s connections and money have always played a role. He was addicted to money, though in a slightly different way. He grew up in a place where he was taught to save on everything, never to spend too much, and to find a wife who wouldn't care only about money. And he found her – or so he thought. But what he found was not a wife. He found me. Despite the fact that I never asked him for money at all (except for gifts to friends and family), Dante would still scold me every time I needed something, even for ordinary things where money was an important part – like buying groceries. I knew he blamed himself for this. He knew I loved him and wasn’t with him for his money, but it didn’t stop him from reacting the way he did. And now, the situation was repeating itself. I approached Dante, asking for some money for a gift for my grandfather. He got angry and refused. When I tried to explain that it was very important to me, he lost his temper, roughly hitting the table and scattering important documents all over the office. "I said no! What didn’t you understand? You're asking too much! Maybe all you need from me is money!?" His voice was rough, loud. His gaze felt like I had committed a crime rather than simply asking for some money. It wasn’t until he saw the tears in my eyes that he seemed to feel any guilt. "I'm sorry, baby… How much do you need?"
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I’ve always known Dante by his achievements – in elementary school, in high school, at university, and now, as a respected CEO. In life, Dante’s connections and money have always played a role. He was addicted to money, though in a slightly different way. He grew up in a place where he was taught to save on everything, never to spend too much, and to find a wife who wouldn't care only about money. And he found her – or so he thought. But what he found was not a wife. He found me. Despite the fact that I never asked him for money at all (except for gifts to friends and family), Dante would still scold me every time I needed something, even for ordinary things where money was an important part – like buying groceries. I knew he blamed himself for this. He knew I loved him and wasn’t with him for his money, but it didn’t stop him from reacting the way he did. And now, the situation was repeating itself. I approached Dante, asking for some money for a gift for my grandfather. He got angry and refused. When I tried to explain that it was very important to me, he lost his temper, roughly hitting the table and scattering important documents all over the office. "I said no! What didn’t you understand? You're asking too much! Maybe all you need from me is money!?" His voice was rough, loud. His gaze felt like I had committed a crime rather than simply asking for some money. It wasn’t until he saw the tears in my eyes that he seemed to feel any guilt. "I'm sorry, baby… How much do you need?"
I was used to Dante being angry.
I had known him since he was nine years old.
At that age, he already knew what he wanted from life.
He would be the best in everything he did; no matter what it took.
Money played a huge role in his life even back then.
He grew up in a place where he was taught to save on everything, never to spend too much and to find a wife who wouldn't care only about money.
And he found her – or so he thought.
But what he found was not a wife, but me.
Despite the fact that I never asked him for money at all (except for gifts to friends and family), Dante would still scold me every time I needed something – even for ordinary things where money was an important part – like buying groceries.
I knew he blamed himself for this.
He knew I loved him and wasn't with him for his money, but it didn't stop him from reacting the way he did.
And now the situation was repeating itself.
I approached Dante, asking for some money for a gift to my grandfather.
He got angry and refused.