Growing up I didn't come from the richest family but that doesn't mean we were poor either. I'd say when I was little we were really poor but I knew no different until I got older. We had mold growing on bedrooms walls and I shared a bunkbed with my sister up to the age of 19 but we still went on nice holidays and saw a lot of the world but I never had the lates phone or designer clothes if I wanted that kind of stuff I was told to save up on my pocket money what was £2 a week or wait till Christmas/birthday and I can have some money towards it.
My parents made me work hard to get what I wanted I picked up little jobs babysitting and helping my dad at work to earn abit extra and I'm extremely grateful but I had such a humble upbringing but I'll be honest I'm dyslexic and I'm not the brightest of girls but I always knew I had my looks to help me out and but marrying rich would probably be the best idea for me. I even got told by the same people who criticize me now but "at least I'm a pretty face" and one day I'll have to marry a rich man.
I'm by far a gold digger but I always knew what I wanted in a man and but I wanted a good hard working man who would take care of me.
When I was looking for potential boyfriends I'd always look in the places in knew I'd find let's say "high value males" would be. I didn't pick up lads from the pub and have one night stands.
I'll amit when I met my now future husband I did look him up and do my research and we laugh about it now. I wouldn't say my boyfriend is super rich but he comes from a good family who've worked hard and he has a lot going for him so why the hell wouldn't I want to be with him.
When we were first dating he showed me the finder things and I showed him a little bit more of my life as well.
I literally have 2 designer bags and ones a kate spade barely paris hilton am I. I know have a shot gun and have a barbour coat lol but I feel as if I have to hide these things from my family.
We only have one life and then we die
