I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”

Then:

Good. I notice money too. Anyone claiming material comfort means nothing is either a saint or a liar.

Typical.

Then:

What matters is whether he sees me when the room is less beautiful. He does.

I closed the journal.

That entry freed me.

Love did not require pretending wealth had become invisible.