I had just turned 22 when I met my husband. I had a roomate that stole my identity and 40,000 in credit card fraud. I was a hairstylist working at a bar at night at the time and looking at a dead end future with my dead beat 23 year old boyfriend that worked at his parents gas station.I did know what to do but a friend had set me up with this attorney. I met with a man that led me into his library and listened to me cry and act like a 22 year old drama queen. He helped me understand what needed to be done and then walked me out to my car. I left feeling better about The situation and 10 minutes later he called me. He asked me out and I rejected him many times. I thought someone 24 years older than me was way too old. Finally I gave in because he was so relentless. Since that first date weve been on lavish vacations, wined and dined in famous restaurants and exotic locations and live in a 4 story house by the lake. 2 years later we eloped and got married in Italy. Since then everything has been mostly great. The only thing is he is a loud NY Italian and I'm a shy southern belle from SC. We have very different roots. I'm sure his family thinks I'm an uneducated hick that is infatuated with what an older man has to offer and his friends talk behind my back. I'm looked at like a gold digger, tramp, country bumpkin nothing. It's been very hard for me to transition into his world and it makes me feel lonely at times. I do love him even though he is an extremely arrogant know it all. I know he loves me too. Was I meant to live in this world of his that I know nothing about or is this a short lived fairy tale??