Marry A Poor Man And Suffer With Him

I am poor. Was born poor. Grew up poor. Unless I work hard, I’ll probably be poor for the rest of my natural life.
And now my gf is marrying a poor man (me). I just feel so sorry for her, because she has to suffer with me. The wedding banquet costs money. The bridal studio costs money. The renovations to our new apartment costs money. The new furniture costs money. I am seriously wondering how on earth to afford a decent honeymoon without becoming my banker’s best friend/slave.
In contrast, her best friend who happens to be filthy rich is getting married a month before us. Her best friend’s husband is some rich ABC dick from Canada who is building a smart bungalow for them to live in, drives a most excellent luxury car and they are leaving for their honeymoon the day after their wedding.
Sometimes I just can’t help but feel inadequate. It’s really downright depressing, ya’know. I feel so powerless and esmasculated. I won’t tell this shite to my guy friends because they’ll think I’m gay or they’ll say something like “maybe your gf’s best friend’s plane will crash on the way to their honeymoon destination”. And I sure as hell can’t tell my female friends because they never had to want for anything and therefore will lack any understanding of my situation.
So I tell my blog - because I have no mouth, and must scream.
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