You love who you love, and that’s all. If you marry themeven partially for their bank account, well…..you get what you paid for. I’ve seen questions about how to capture someone’s attention by spilling a drink on them, how to play aloof and hard to get, and this one that just will not DIE already.
At what point do we stop with the damn games and say, “You know what? This is me. You may or may not view me as the pick of the litter, but dammit, I work HARD to do the right thing, and I want someone who can appreciate that. Some days I will make it, and some days I won’t. And it isn’t always reflected in my bank account, either. If you can accept that, come with me. If you don’t, no hard feelings, but I’m moving on.”