When I was a teenager, my mom kept saying that my sister and I needed to be sure that we had a way to support ourselves and not be financially dependant on any man.
My mother never really said anything about that topic but I watched how she lived her life. My mother was a dear person but I vowed from an early age, I would not live like she did, being treated so poorly, not driving a car and having to depend on him for everything. I don't know for sure if he cheated on her but most likely he did. He didn't respect her at all. I never in my life saw him show her any affection.
He was mean and told us all we were lazy, fat, worthless and would never amount to anything. Oh, and it was our mother's fault we turned out that way.
But still, I was poor and my father told me he'd never give me even a nickel to help with college (his exact words). I didn't realize I would have been able to get financial aid to go. Nobody told me that even though I was fourth in my graduating class.
Anyway, I got married at age 19 to a truck driver. At the time, he seemed a whole lot nicer than my father, and I hate to make this comparison because he was actually a terrible husband, but did not put me down or call me stupid, fat, lazy, or worthless on a daily basis, and for the most part I felt we were friends and partners in our marriage. We had three kids together.
But I sure as hell would not have married him if I had known he was a sex addict addicted to prostitutes! I was naive and really barely knew such sleazy people existed, let alone come to the grips of my H going to those types of women while married to me.
I could seriously write a book about it all if I wanted to but so far I'm not motivated to do it. In some ways it might appear that I was dependent on him. I was mostly a SAHM and we had three kids and I had no income of my own.
But when I came to grips of how he was really just as terrible as my own father but perhaps in a different way, it didn't matter about money or anything else, I was going to find a way out and I did.
I am not financially dependent on my current H and I have my own car.
Though I took my first college class after having three children, just a bit before my 30th birthday, now I have a Ph.D. and a good career.
It is ironic because as I already said, we are together for the long haul and would remain so even if I won a big lottery pot. Still, remnants of my childhood remain. I overheard my h telling someone that when we retire, we are going to down to one vehicle.
While this would make sense and I am usually the frugal one, I interrupted his conversation and said "Like hell!" As long as there is any possible way I can afford it, this girl is having her own car and a measure of independence that comes with being able to drive it whenever and wherever I want to!
[This message edited by Bobbi_sue at 12:40 PM, September 20th (Friday)]