And that is exactly what we have done ever since.
William owns a house big enough to get lost in.
But every Tuesday evening, he comes to my little apartment.
We make pasta.
He sets the table.
I wash the dishes.
Sometimes we sit in the same café where we first met.
People still stare.
Some still assume they know why I am with him.
But the greatest proof wasn’t that I stayed when I thought his money was gone.
It was that when I discovered the truth, I was ready to leave even after learning every dollar was still there.
Because I was never in a relationship with William’s money.
I was in a relationship with William.
And if tomorrow he really loses everything?
I already know what I’ll do.
I’ll buy him another cheap blue shirt.
Then I’ll point toward my living-room couch and say,
“Don’t worry. It still folds out.” ❤️
