My husband and I were broke and living together in an old, cheap apartment, living paycheck to paycheck — happily — before he got his much better job and we moved out east. He's got a real complex about this sometimes because he places a lot of worth on his career and what it's afforded us, and I can't seem to get through to him that while I'm grateful and happy for everything he has provided through his work, I really did not ever go out looking for any of that and did not require "rescuing." All I've ever cared about wrt money is that the dude can take care of himself and I don't have to regularly bail him out of poor financial decisions.
Some of these men really seem to take this messaging to heart and forget that we actually loved them as interesting, caring, good men first, not their paycheck or the potential for a bigger one.
Because I agree with Artaud that written poetry is worth reading once and then should be discarded. It’s my dream to invent a poetry book that self-destructs upon my death but I can’t figure out how to avoid damaging the other books around it.
That's the element of this one that doesn't add up. How does a middle class woman stumble into dating five millionaires if she was "raised not to want much," thinks poor people are far more fun to hang out with than rich people, and sees money as "the last refuge of unfuckable men"?
Four possibilities:
1. She used to be attracted to men for their wealth and that changed at some point, but she didn't really feel like copping to that here.
2. She did an enormous amount of dating around without regard to the net worth of the guys she was dating.
3. Something in her life lead her to hanging around with a whole lot of rich people (Ivy League? Worked at a country club?).
4. Her dating history was some sort of peculiar outlier freak accident.
It’s #2. I slept with pretty much everything that moved so it’s really just a matter of numbers. 5/~100 is actually not that exceptional. (A lot of “dating” is a nice way to put it.) I also lived in very large cities with more rich people in general.
Bravo. Another excellent piece, Amelia! ✌️
Thanks man.
Lot's if great points. Your husband is a lucky man to have you as his wife.
I’m lucky to have him. Sometimes the universe is kind.
My husband and I were broke and living together in an old, cheap apartment, living paycheck to paycheck — happily — before he got his much better job and we moved out east. He's got a real complex about this sometimes because he places a lot of worth on his career and what it's afforded us, and I can't seem to get through to him that while I'm grateful and happy for everything he has provided through his work, I really did not ever go out looking for any of that and did not require "rescuing." All I've ever cared about wrt money is that the dude can take care of himself and I don't have to regularly bail him out of poor financial decisions.
Some of these men really seem to take this messaging to heart and forget that we actually loved them as interesting, caring, good men first, not their paycheck or the potential for a bigger one.
💯 all around. I completely understand the feeling.
And Substack loses this wonderful writer in less than a year.
Shame.
If you're talking about me, only my poetry page goes dark in September. Everything else stays up and continues.
Why is your poetry page going dark? I've enjoyed them.
Because I agree with Artaud that written poetry is worth reading once and then should be discarded. It’s my dream to invent a poetry book that self-destructs upon my death but I can’t figure out how to avoid damaging the other books around it.
Cool !
I am fun for all socioeconomic classes. Considering how high my body count is, it’s really just a matter of numbers.
Also rich men love to spoil low-maintenance women because they’re so used to gold diggers.
That's the element of this one that doesn't add up. How does a middle class woman stumble into dating five millionaires if she was "raised not to want much," thinks poor people are far more fun to hang out with than rich people, and sees money as "the last refuge of unfuckable men"?
Four possibilities:
1. She used to be attracted to men for their wealth and that changed at some point, but she didn't really feel like copping to that here.
2. She did an enormous amount of dating around without regard to the net worth of the guys she was dating.
3. Something in her life lead her to hanging around with a whole lot of rich people (Ivy League? Worked at a country club?).
4. Her dating history was some sort of peculiar outlier freak accident.
It’s #2. I slept with pretty much everything that moved so it’s really just a matter of numbers. 5/~100 is actually not that exceptional. (A lot of “dating” is a nice way to put it.) I also lived in very large cities with more rich people in general.