I’m not a gold digger, at least in the typical sense.. I'm just scared of being really poor, because I have been. I've been too preppy to apply for food stamps and nearly hungry, but I rationed the pita bread very carefully.
If I were to marry a wealthy man, my version of "if I were rich”, I would love him fully and try to support us both if he ever couldn't.
I used to fantasize that Leif's father, who was abandoned by his wife and had a small stroke, would come to need to live with us. I fantasized that I would take care of him and prove my worth. I wouldn't drown him in chatter, he wouldn't like it any better than Leif did. But I would bring him food or wet cloths and interesting things to read. And I’d sit quietly while he and Leif watched sports or news. I never got that opportunity.
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