I’m Amber and I’m 28 years old. My husband, Richard, just screamed at me for looking like a suburban housewife in front of his business associates. He said I was embarrassing him at my own brother’s wedding rehearsal tomorrow.
The man who promised to love me forever just told me I’m not good enough to be seen with him in public. 3 hours of getting ready, apparently wasted on someone who thinks I’m beneath him. Where are you watching from today?
We live in a mansion worth $2 million. Richard drives a BMW that costs more than most people’s houses. And I have a walk-in closet that could house a small family.
From the outside, we’re the American dream. From the inside… well, let’s just say money can’t buy you love, but it can apparently buy you a husband who thinks you’re his biggest disappointment. “Seriously, Amber?” Continue reading…