So for anyone with the conundrum of: "Damn, I love this girl she makes me really happy, but I have this 200k a year job somewhere else?" Well I guess this is for you... Or I don't know really. I'm just someone who grew up in a wealthy household who didn't see money as an answer to sadness.
Now don't get me wrong... I love stuff, if you get me a gorgeous Dress from LV or Chanel I will be happy, and I'll feel confident wearing it and all that good stuff. So if any of you guys were thinking of buying your SO a gift and were dissuaded by this Take, don't be. The point is, a new dress or a material thing will make me happy, but it'll be fleeting. Much more so than the happiness I get from a friend or an SO.
So my very first serious relationship when I was in my teen years (so very stupid) ended in tears. Basically, my boyfriend, who lets call Hitler for the sake of story telling, spun this whole story about me being his soulmate and obviously I bought it. Only to later find out that Hitler had 2 other 'Soulmates' at the same time. So that ended with me all sad, so I looked for an answer in buying new shit, clothes, make-up, and other totally non stereotypical stuff girls buy. I tried to find an answer in my new clothes, and for a while it made me happy. Until night after night of telling my friends "I'm fine, he sucked anyways." They stopped messaging me, I became lonelier and lonelier, so then I went to my best friends house unannounced looking like I had been crying in a cave for 3 weeks, and I found my happiness in her, and all of my other friends.
Now, you can say that the story of some spoilt white girl isn't the same as a guy who works his hardest, and that's 100% true. So here's the story of my dad, a guy who grew up in the lower middle class and made it, a classic rags to riches. I won't spoil you with the details. I remember though, he worked so hard, morning to evening, we barely even saw him on the weekends. He made sure he had the best house, car, his wife had the biggest tits, his daughter went to the most expensive school. He worked hard all week and his relaxation time was just spending his hard earned cash.
It led to a divorce, my mother left him, took little money, and I was split custody. My mom remarried to a childhood friend of hers. But my dad, well he went into depression, and never looked to anyone for help. His friends tried to help him, I tried, heck even my mother tried, but he just alienated more and more people. It was a year into the depression that he ended his own life. When it came time for his funeral, I didn't have any anecdotes, any stories of us together. He was this mystery man who gave me the best education, food, shelter and the best material life a daughter could ask for and I barely knew a damn thing about him. Very few people showed up to the funeral, most of his friends didn't feel any connection to him anymore.
So sorry for that extremely sad story, but ever since that happened I've prioritized my important relationships over some extra cash. I have an extremely close group of friends whom I adore, and who bring me the most joy in the world.