A (long) note for you

THE MONEY

What was special about us was,and still is our similarities. We love the same sport, had in majority the same center of interests and hobbies, watched the same shows, and even had similar descriptions regarding our parents. We even had the same life expectations. But there was one aspect where we could never match: our vision of life. During the break up I realized how much You wanted to live good. Go to restaurants, clubbing every week, have the best looking clothes, a flat comparable to the ones you saw on TV, a body straight out of a reality TV show... . You wanted to be treated like a princess, and that was understandable. On the other side, I was a simple man. I too wanted all the perks of wealth but I was in my mind more ready to sacrifice that for a couple of years, even if it meant suffer for some time. You wanted to have that now. And I hated that in a way. I thought you couldn't wait a bit for the better situation. I thought you weren't able to understand the grind. Why am I saying all of that you may ask. It felt frustrating at times how fast you gave in your financial cravings, how often you complained about the money your dad sent you, how often you wanted me to buy you new things. You may say that it was affective, but it was mostly repetitive. The worst was the fact that You kept saying that I didn't have to complain because my parents were "sending me enough money". It sure justified some demands but it wasn't something I wanted to hear. I knew my privileges but I always acted like I had nothing, like I didn't own the money. Despite all of that, I tried to treat you like the princess you were, because in some way I thought you deserved that. You kept accepting being in a situation not so convenient, You loved me the least I could do was to participate to your happiness. The thing is, the more I was paying, the more you asked. In the end, I spent a lot, but hey, like you said, I had money to spend.
Now that the rant is over, I should clarify that it didn't influence my decision, it was a more an unpleasant aspect of our relationship. The real deal breaker was something that none of us can predict, yet still used as a deciding factor: Future...