The Investment Factor - A Superficial Concern But Very RealI cannot be the only one who feels this way. To many of my EP buddies, I am about to appear to be extremely shallow, but okay, throw those rotten tomatoes at me.
With my own money, hard work, and organizational skills, and a few inherited items from H's aunt, I love our home, an apartment with three bedrooms in a building owned by H's father, that my husband will inherit shortly.
Persian rugs of the Nain and Mir variety in the living room, red Lilihan Persians lining the hallway floors, Nepal carpet in our Baby Girl's room, Chinese silk and wool rugs in our master bedroom, lithographs of orchids at the midway point of our stairwell, and real orchids in every room. Oil paintings in each bedroom, beautiful all of them, owing to my taste for the subtle but thoughtful use of light. Did I mention those Florentine lace curtains, and the floral rollo blinds in our daughter's room? And we eat off of Villeroy and Boch porcelain dishes from H's aunt.
Lest my EP buddies think I am a spendthrift, I should add that much of the stuff I got was from Ebay, but still good quality stuff nonetheless.
One of my American EP buddies in the ILIASM group explained one reason he does not leave his sexless marriage. He wrote in one of his stories, "I like our stuff".
Yeah, I know. I know all about that.
I put so much work into this whole setup here. So has that EP buddy.
Add that to the continental European lifestyle of 5-6 weeks of vacation and an excellent educational system, as I mentioned on one of my other stories "An American in Europe", and you might see why I am still here.
Sometimes, the thirst for love and affection is overpowering. But not overpowering enough to overcome all that I have invested into this family and our nest. It was work, a lot of work.
EinEngel 46-50, F 27 Responses 3 Dec 3, 2012