Everything with her is about ‘things’. Expensive things (except if it’s cheap plastic tat from eBay guyzzzz). So materialistic. Proposal in helicopter, massive wedding in big hall with huge frock and eleventy billion bridesmaids. Then when that was over we had a fancy honeymoon. Then baby with everything (who lets face it is just another thing). Then extension. Christmas trees. Loft. Fireplace. Cars. Now kitchen. She’s. Never. Happy. It’s thank you. Next!! Thank you. Next!! I don’t think she’ll ever be happy. Now I’ve no issue with folk having money if they’ve worked hard and earned it. But not her. What a sad, dull, narcissistic and materialistic way to live