Is your fiancé rich?
When I was 22 I was engaged. While at the supermarket one day I met a woman, of about 80, in the fruit section. She caught my attention by boldly asking “Is your fiancé rich?” Stunned by her question, I turned and looked at her while thinking, “She doesn’t even know me” and then “Does she know my fiancé? Does she know something I need to know about him?”
“Honey, you can love a rich man as well as a poor. Check out his wallet size first.” The seriousness of her voice startled me. “At the end of the life that’s all that matters,” she told me.
“Love is for memories but money is for living that’s why you go for the fat wallet first.
You’re married until death do you part. If you divorce you need money to fund alimony and child support and if he dies, you need money to keep living.”
That day I thought she was being a little abrasive and cold but now looking back at the age of 56, and after being married, it makes sense. Now I’m divorced and living with a disability—no alimony, no child support; no money from that engaged man that turned husband because he was a poor man. You can’t get blood out of a turnip.