Life Experience....

When I was 18, I married and eventually had three children. My husband at the time inherited a very large estate when his rich Texas grandmother died.

 

Suddenly, we could buy anything we wanted. We had multiple vehicles, bought a home with acreage, shopped at the best stores. But it meant nothing. My husband was a cruel, hateful, selfish, abusive man who beat and berated his children and his wife. Nothing was ever good enough. No place was ever good enough to live, and he was never happy. His anger manifested itself as violence. He cut me off from my family. And beat me down so that I lived in fear of what he would do to my children or myself if I ever tried to leave. I hated him and what he did to us. I would have traded all that money in a heartbeat to be away from him.

 

It took the involvement of social services for my children and me to be finally free of him. He was killed in a car accident not long after our divorce was finalized. I found out from his mother many months after his death that he had told her he wanted to kill me to make me pay the ultimate price for divorcing him. His children received portions of his estate after he passed. But by then, he had already squandered most of it away.

 

That was 40 years ago. I’ve gone back to school to obtain my BS in Design. We struggle to make the rent every month. I have to be creative to get the bills paid. And I’m eating a bowl of ramen for lunch. But my husband of 8 years is a kind, generous man who tells me he loves me every day. He is my best friend, encourages me, and thinks I am beautiful. My children are all grown, with children of their own.

 

The moral of this story….money isn’t everything.

 

Count your blessings. Practice gratitude.

 

       -Deborah Warren



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