At 22 years old, I married the 70-year-old widow of the richest Arab in the country to escape poverty. I was certain I could stick it out by her side for a few years and then become a wealthy man. But on our very first wedding night, what she did truly ‘hurt’ me. – Cute Info

Instead, she looked deeply disappointed.

“Daniel, do you remember what I asked you before your wedding?”

I lowered my head.

“You asked me not to let money change me.”

“And what did you promise?”

“That I wouldn’t.”

She took my hand.

“Your father worked hard because he wanted you to have a better life. But he never taught you that another person’s money was your right.”

I felt tears gathering in my eyes.

“I thought I was helping you.”

“I never asked you to marry someone you didn’t love for my sake.”

“I wanted to get us out of debt.”

“And that was a good desire,” she said softly. “But a good desire doesn’t make every decision a good one.”

I had no answer.

Before she left, my mother embraced me.

“Whatever happens, don’t spend the rest of your life blaming Margaret for a decision you made yourself. If she has treated you unfairly, seek proper advice and protect yourself. But don’t pretend you had no choice.”