I was the first employee, bookkeeper and problem solver. My life changed to swirling in the business, enough adventure over income uncertainty I didn't have room for more. Although we didn't restate marriage vows we did by our actions.
As the business started to make money, our social circle changed. Many "friends" became jealous. To retain prior equality status they disdainfully attributed haughty attributes on to me. We tried not to antagonize them with displays of wealth but some spread malicious rumors to level the playing field, something as a hypocrite of faithfulness disconcerted me.
It was easier to develop new
"friends" who accepted our higher economic status than keep jealous
old ones. Only a few “old” friends made the cut.
Soon we could afford a large custom home, travels to Europe and Asia with the kids in tow and expensive toys, mine being a 1986 Mercedes 500SE, V-8 with manual 4 speed transmission.
Hubby bought me trophy rings more expensive than any other. First a big 4 carat diamond wedding ring and then an emerald, appropriate for jealous suspicions.
In middle age success I attempted to
retain sex appeal with upscale apparel, cosmetics, and mannerisms. Female news
commentators were my fashion role models.
My husband's, business, however, seduced
him and became his mistress, an obsession. He was in love. He thought about it
24/7 including in his dreams. I couldn’t compete. He’d found another.
I needed to find my own.