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Why My Husband Never Thought I’d Leave
It’s because he called himself the Golden Goose
“Why would you leave the Golden Goose?” my husband asked.
I had gone to him and told him it felt lonely being married to him. I was thinking of leaving. Once I did, his self-appointed monetary significance escalated to indescribable arrogance.
We owned three homes and spent summers at the Jersey Shore. We had a house in Naples, no financial worries, and enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle.
“Be careful don’t bite the hand that feeds you,” he said. “If you leave me I’ll make sure there’s no money and you work for the rest of your life.”
These comments were a smug nod to his success. Ironic because it was due to a business and several investment properties that I had helped him build. But our morphed roles of traditional working dad and stay-at-home mom increasingly deluded his reality.
My husband fancied himself the big provider. The man who looked after the little woman. What would poor little ol’ me do without him and gasp, why would I ever leave this lifestyle?
He actually believed he had built an entire life on his own.
But he underestimated me, or should I say my values.
