My husband can boast one of the most prestigious salaries in our region. He fully provides for our family. When he married me, he immediately declared that I wouldn’t have to work a single day, as he would take on all my financial responsibilities. Now I can relax and escape the worries that millions of women around the world face daily.
The catch is that he has another family, a former one, with a child. He sends a substantial amount there every month to ensure his child’s comfortable life. While I’m more sensitive and gentle by nature, that woman is a real firecracker. Unlike me, she doesn’t accept what he provides with gratitude; she takes it for granted. He always gave her resort tickets, various gifts, jewelry, money on her card, and more. Yet, it was never enough for her. Now she rents out their shared apartment and still manages to pull cash from him.
I’m nothing like her. It’s fair to call me a wallflower compared to her. I never approach him first to ask for money or to buy something luxurious. I only do so if I need to purchase something for the house or our child.
I do my best to take care of him, cook, and look after him. I’d love to work myself. Over the years of staying home, I’ve grown thoroughly bored, but when I wanted to jump into a job, I almost immediately found out I was pregnant. I have no personal finances at all, as I’ve been entirely dependent on my husband for a long time.
It’s worth noting that my husband doesn’t just hand me money freely. Maybe he would if I had trained him to do so from the start. But he’s used to my modest requests, so he always gives me exactly what I ask for. If I say I’m going to the salon, he asks how much a haircut costs and gives me precisely that amount.
Lately, I’ve noticed he’s become tighter with his money and is reluctant to spend on me. For example, not long ago, he refused to buy me a nice dress for no apparent reason. I don’t even have my own money to buy our child a small treat during a walk. Yet, his ex-wife keeps pulling money from him as always. I’m starting to suspect that he once tried to refuse her or test her resolve, but she skillfully put him in his place, leaving him no choice but to accept her behavior.
I was thrilled that our child would soon start kindergarten, and I could look for a suitable job, but then came the news that I’m expecting another child. Slowly, against the backdrop of this news, I’m slipping into depression, feeling trapped in my situation.
Yes, there’s money, and there’s a lot of it. But it’s not mine. I won’t be able to start earning my own for at least another three years. It hurts that he can’t say no to her, and he certainly doesn’t deny himself anything—going wherever he pleases, spending without counting. And why would he? It’s his money. Meanwhile, I’ve given him one child, soon I’ll give him another, yet I feel sidelined, as if I don’t matter.
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