total bleeping bollocks, *especially* in the same industry you’d discuss these things to set your own expectations/goals. I am in a salary disparity relationship (but earn well myself before we get the misogynistic classist haus frau tit from her
) and I didn’t know how much my now husband earnt until we got engaged and thought about buying a house, both were months into dating tho loool, but even before that he was constantly pushing and advising me on how to get more/make the next step (and we’re not in the same industry) in my career and trying to intro me to people that could talk to me. She will never ever acknowledge a single privilege but outside the obvious media connections alone the privilege of living with a higher earner means you can take more risks, risks that are always beneficial experience wise or financially, and you don’t need to put up with being bullied anymore and can just walk away. It rids you of SO much stress and anxiety that I know he takes the burden of because he’s the primary earner - that’s a conversation normal couples in love actually have so how she wOuLdN’t kNOW is beyond me? How can you have financial goals or plan for retirement with NO visibility on these numbers? Also jobs like these aren’t forever - either you fall on a sword or burn out - so you would very much be thinking about your get out plan?
Idk why I’m writing essays on this but she’s a total bleeping liar and miserable cow tbh. Also give over you didn’t know how much money she had yet you admit spending sprees in JL/Cotswolds *because* you had two salaries coming in. Yeah one bleeping great one and you fumbled it hun!
. I am still grunking so not sure where this will land. Does Jackanory not need to use a catering-standard oven / kitchen for recipe testing especially if she being "benevolent" and giving the surplus away? A friend has a relative who bakes cakes to keep them busy in retirement (they are delicious BTW) and when they checked with the council on hygiene etc they were advised re different oven etc to comply. They also, funnily enough, pay taxes on their earnings, not a lot but it is paid.
Ridiculous. Watch your legs, goats
