
I’m 27 and have been with my boyfriend (28) for 11 years. He comes from wealth, and I’ve always known that. Now he’s asking for a prenup, which I understand — that part doesn’t bother me. What hurts is how he talks to me.
I grew up poor, became a nurse practitioner, and now make $210K juggling two jobs. I even bought my parents a house. I’m proud of what I’ve built.
But lately, his words sting more than the money gap. When I asked if I’d have ownership in a property I helped pay for, he said, “It’s not my fault your parents didn’t give you anything. You might, depending on how I feel.” He’s called me a gold digger, a bitch, and said things like, “If you mess with me, I’ll make sure you never see a dime.”









