If you were lmc but snagged someone "old money"

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was born poor—like log cabin backwoods poor, and rarely attended school. But, like Kim Kardashian, I taught myself the law and started practicing. But I became known for my speaking abilities, which allowed me to meet the daughter of a wealthy Kentucky family. She loved to shop and was a SAHM while I worked a very stressful job in DC! I know you all say your DHs have a big stressful job, but trust me when I say mine was stressful. Sadly, things did not end well for me, but I remain an inspiration for many and proof that you don’t need a top 14 law school or vault-ranked firm to rise above humble beginnings and change people’s lives

As a DH marrying an old money DW, I’m like you. I’m a little older though.
I was basically an orphan from the islands. After moving to NYC, I practiced my writing and made an impression in local politics. Printed anonymously in the paper several times. As a soldier I met my wife’s family, and really rose to the top from there. Almost the top job, I know a lot of influential people. They’re always jealous/suspicious of me and trying to get me fired.

Didn’t you also have a thing with your wife’s sister?? It seems that it worked out for the best - you and the sister would have never been satisfied.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Yes, I was a regular guy, struggling to make a living. I turned to drugs and alcohol to help me cope and ended up with addiction issues. I met my beautiful wife in rehab. We connected over our shared substance abuse problems and fell head over heels in love. We were married at the ranch of her dear friend, Michael. It was a very simple wedding. We donated a lot of her money to charity. Unfortunately, the marriage didn’t last but I made out ok in the divorce. Things didn’t end well for me but I will always remember those magical years.

What is this one??

Elizabeth Taylor and Larry Fortensky

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was born poor—like log cabin backwoods poor, and rarely attended school. But, like Kim Kardashian, I taught myself the law and started practicing. But I became known for my speaking abilities, which allowed me to meet the daughter of a wealthy Kentucky family. She loved to shop and was a SAHM while I worked a very stressful job in DC! I know you all say your DHs have a big stressful job, but trust me when I say mine was stressful. Sadly, things did not end well for me, but I remain an inspiration for many and proof that you don’t need a top 14 law school or vault-ranked firm to rise above humble beginnings and change people’s lives

As a DH marrying an old money DW, I’m like you. I’m a little older though.
I was basically an orphan from the islands. After moving to NYC, I practiced my writing and made an impression in local politics. Printed anonymously in the paper several times. As a soldier I met my wife’s family, and really rose to the top from there. Almost the top job, I know a lot of influential people. They’re always jealous/suspicious of me and trying to get me fired.

Didn’t you also have a thing with your wife’s sister?? It seems that it worked out for the best - you and the sister would have never been satisfied.

Some guy spread the rumors that this is how it was. But, in reality, my sil was already married when I met them. However… we flirted. Oops. Turns out I have a womanizing problem. We can’t all be perfect.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Mama said be nice to the gentleman, and they’ll be nice to you.
That was my one chance, and I did not let her down.

You sound fancy.

[Anonymous]

My dad died leaving my step mom and me with barely enough to live on. A rich man saw me at the opera and asked to be introduced. I didn't love him but agreed to marry him once he promised to release me from our marriage if love didn't materialize. I fell in love with the architect who was building our country home (and was engaged to the daughter of my husband's cousin). My husband wouldn't let me out of our marriage so the architect and I planned to run away together. The day before he was hit and killed in a foggy London street. I still left my husband but we remained married for years. I lived by teaching music lessons. One day my husband's uncle saw me at the opera (ladies, go to the opera!). The uncle grew fonder of me than he had been previously and died shortly thereafter leaving me a part of his fortune. It was enough to make me an independent woman. My husband eventually divorced me (he wanted to remarry and have children). I married his cousin, the son of the uncle who left me money AND the father of the girl whose fiancé I had planned to elope with. What can I say, life and love are messy.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:Mama said be nice to the gentleman, and they’ll be nice to you.
That was my one chance, and I did not let her down.

You sound fancy.

Love it!

[Anonymous]

So I was able to infer the meaning of lmc but what does it actually stand for? Google not helping

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:So I was able to infer the meaning of lmc but what does it actually stand for? Google not helping

Lower middle class

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Not me, but a girl I know. She always knew how to open doors with just a smile. She sure knows how to arrange things, she set it up so well, so carefully.

Her dh is a rich old man. She doesn’t have to worry. She dresses up in lace and goes in style.

I have this feeling, though, late at night the big old house gets lonely. And it’s a shame she gave her love to a man with hands as cold as ice.

I wonder if she ever thinks about a boy she knew in school.

Is that the boy who lives on the cheatin' side of town?

[Anonymous]

Yeah, friend was on a reality tv show. The guy she got engaged to was loaded, old money.

His name was Joe. To me, it seemed like he wasn’t all that straightforward. Keeping secrets.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:My dad died leaving my step mom and me with barely enough to live on. A rich man saw me at the opera and asked to be introduced. I didn't love him but agreed to marry him once he promised to release me from our marriage if love didn't materialize. I fell in love with the architect who was building our country home (and was engaged to the daughter of my husband's cousin). My husband wouldn't let me out of our marriage so the architect and I planned to run away together. The day before he was hit and killed in a foggy London street. I still left my husband but we remained married for years. I lived by teaching music lessons. One day my husband's uncle saw me at the opera (ladies, go to the opera!). The uncle grew fonder of me than he had been previously and died shortly thereafter leaving me a part of his fortune. It was enough to make me an independent woman. My husband eventually divorced me (he wanted to remarry and have children). I married his cousin, the son of the uncle who left me money AND the father of the girl whose fiancé I had planned to elope with. What can I say, life and love are messy.

And didn’t your kid fall in love with the daughter of your ex? Weird!

[Anonymous]

I was living with my family on the freezing cold plains of South Dakota. We had no money due to farming misfortunes and my father's unrealistic choices, but we were happy and loving. One particularly cold winter, the whole town began to run out of food and then a good-looking young man from a prosperous out-of-state farming family made a daring grocery run and saved our town.

After that, he gave me some rides on his buggy, but he was going on rides with another girl too. I told him he had to choose one or the other, so he chose me. I think he liked that I had some backbone!

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:I was living with my family on the freezing cold plains of South Dakota. We had no money due to farming misfortunes and my father's unrealistic choices, but we were happy and loving. One particularly cold winter, the whole town began to run out of food and then a good-looking young man from a prosperous out-of-state farming family made a daring grocery run and saved our town.

After that, he gave me some rides on his buggy, but he was going on rides with another girl too. I told him he had to choose one or the other, so he chose me. I think he liked that I had some backbone!

You did! And you sealed the deal before SD even became a state. Guess your future DH was rich by SD Territory standards. In any case you did great and just wait until your Ayn Rand-y daughter sells the rights to your story and capitalizes TF out of it. You won't see much of THAT, though.

[Anonymous]

I actually was a “poser” for a good few years. I would be the super super wealthy one.

Which was hilarious as from a dirt poor family and had a crap job.

One girl I dated was the daughter of a Billionaire. Met her classic style in my “extremely expensive” sports car. Was actually 18 years old with 120k miles, but with fresh paint job it looked liked a 100k exotic convertible sports car.

I saw a very hot girl driving in a BMW convertible and I hung a unturn pulled up and said follow me to “my” country club for drinks. I knew a super exclusive club that that bar open to public. I even used to switch cars with these girls.

I recall another girl who lived in a three million dollar home in 1992! Was very impressed. I showed up to 7 dates in 7 cars. I switch cars. My final car took her to a wedding with family and rented “with a free upgrade” a brand new Cadillac. Dated her two years.

Sadly I cheated on all of them to I burned my bridges in the whole circuit. It is a small circuit. I make a terrible gold digger. Although I did sleep with 6-8 women with insane net worth and vacationed in Aspen, Palm Beach, Hamptons but what happened I was like a Britney Spears or JLows ex nobody the ride ended.

I am still amazed how easy was to fool rich people. But I was good looking, had right cars, had right addresses, and name drop was key. Got so far people would name drop me and had celebs info.

But so much drama

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I was living with my family on the freezing cold plains of South Dakota. We had no money due to farming misfortunes and my father's unrealistic choices, but we were happy and loving. One particularly cold winter, the whole town began to run out of food and then a good-looking young man from a prosperous out-of-state farming family made a daring grocery run and saved our town.

After that, he gave me some rides on his buggy, but he was going on rides with another girl too. I told him he had to choose one or the other, so he chose me. I think he liked that I had some backbone!

You did! And you sealed the deal before SD even became a state. Guess your future DH was rich by SD Territory standards. In any case you did great and just wait until your Ayn Rand-y daughter sells the rights to your story and capitalizes TF out of it. You won't see much of THAT, though.

Who is this one?