He says it’s easy for me because I married money. This tells me so much about him and says so little about me or men I married. In 1988 I married a man I met when I was 18 years old. I loved this man and we shared precious dreams of our future. We shared two beautiful daughters. He died in 2008, ten years after our unfathomable divorce, from which I emerged unrecognizable to myself. In 2014 I married a man I met when I was 49. We share an amazing life full of love and laughter. We care for too many children to count.
So now, still, he, this person I love, says I married money. I am sad for me and for him.
His mother is dying. He says she did not support him.
If he believes his mother did not support him, let me take a minute to tell you how much she supported him his WHOLE life. Every single step of the way, she was there with food, shelter, intelligence, money, comfort, candy, handmade Halloween costumes, lots of Christmas joy, tons of resourcefulness, and utter devotion to his wellbeing. I was there. I witnessed it. To say she did not support him is like saying my mother never cared about my tennis game.
If he does not think she gave him enough money (or anything) over the years, then there truly is not enough money to be enough. She could give him every dime, every remnant of her existence as a human, and it would not be enough for him.