Hey! Today Max tell his story is an example of how money doesn’t always bring happiness. "I would even say the opposite, sometimes it brings so much trouble that it’s easier to give everything up.
I was born in a very poor, typical rural family. All of our income came from what we were growing in the garden or breeding: for example, chickens and rabbits.
All I had at that moment was a tiny scholarship which was barely enough for a bus pass, a dorm room which I shared with another guy, and food boxes from my mom.
But I also saw a different life. Bright, fun, with night clubs, parties, girls ... Or just simple visits to museums or other cities and countries. Sure, I couldn’t even dream of such a thing because I had no money. My roommate saw my mental suffering and advised me to find a part-time job. He said: you won’t earn much, but at least you’ll stop sitting around at home.
I’m used to working, especially with my hands. To bring something, to push or to load - if they gave diplomas for such things, I would be an honour graduate student. So, I easily got a job of roustabout and some bosses. I didn’t drink alcohol. I wasn’t late for more than 5 minutes and only because of traffic jams. I was just a perfect worker. They even raised my salary so that I wouldn’t run away.
I saw the way my art theory teacher (the weirdest subject for the architecture college) looked at me! Then I found out she had a luxury business class car, her own country house, and some kind of a business. She worked as a teacher just because she was bored at home. Seemed like, she had nothing to do, but to spend money. The only thing that bothered me was that she was in her late 40s and she looked her age.
But, as they say, my youth was my asset, because I had no problems in bed with even such a woman. And I decided to use my right to love. I seduced her, got her into my bed and did what her old husband was apparently uncapable of. What I didn’t expect was that she would throw herself at me like a vulture on a chicken. So, after a few months of our “body friendship”, I found myself married to my new old girlfriend.
She didn’t spare money for me. She packed me in everything smart and fancy, took me to the stylists. She even gave me my own personal credit card and bought me a car. A bit simpler than her own, but it also was very cool. And then there came a huge “But”.
This constant feeling that I’m kind of like no one here, some kind of a pet dog to go for a walk with, decreased my libido. It worked perfectly well with beautiful, young girls. But for some reason, the wrinkles, sagging skin and overweight of my wife didn’t excite me anymore. I started to lash out at her. She said she’d bought me as a beautiful face and a sex partner and could throw me out at any moment if I stopped satisfying her ... requirements.
I couldn’t stand it. I looked around: guys of my age were completely happy even without money or some mythical benefits. I left her myself. I just realised that I was so close of truly becoming a pet dog. I love my freedom more than Tom Ford costumes".
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