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 always knew Dante by his achievements – in elementary school, in high school, at university, and now, as the CEO of a very wellknown company.
His connections and money played a role in all this.
He was addicted to money, though in a slightly different way.
He didn’t spend it on alcohol or drugs or women.
In a way, he was addicted to money because he didn’t have enough when he was a child.
In his teenage years, he also didn’t have much.
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 his money.
And he thought he had found her.
He thought I was that person.
Though in reality, I wasn’t.
I wasn’t like those girls he had met – the girls who were only interested in him because of his wealth.
I loved him for who he was.
