While talking about one of our cousins' bitter view on someone else's good fortune my sil told me that she doesn't view me different for having "married well". Eh, did you just call me a gold digger? Because it sure as heck doesn't feel like that. Unless I mistake housekeeping and hands on child rearing, not to mention waiting hand and foot on my husband the life of a princess. Wait, let's back up. You are right, I do have the life of a princess. I'm treated with respect, showered with gifts and live a wonderful life. And, yes, I married well. Sorry you didn't, but I would like to remind you that this life comes free not at all. In fact, I can assure you that by the time I go to bed each day I am properly pained and tired from working my butt off to ensure that my husband also feels that he "married well". I know my truth and it certainly it is not something I need to defend.