But here’s the kicker. Sarah’s best friend, Alex, is a bit of a loner. He lives in a modest apartment, drives an old Honda, and always picks up the tab for coffee. He’s the guy you’d never guess has a trust fund. Massive trust fund. We’re talking “could buy a small island” money.
Mark, our cruel fiancé, loved to mock Alex. “Poor Alex,” he’d sneer at dinner parties. “He’ll never make anything of himself. Needs to get a real job.” Sarah felt bad, but she was too busy defending Mark’s “ambition” to see the truth. The irony is thicker than my morning oatmeal.
The Gaslighting Olympics
Mark’s cruelty wasn’t just about money. He made Sarah doubt herself constantly. “You’re lucky I love you,” he’d say. “No one else would put up with your incompetence.” He even hid her inheritance from her grandmother, claiming he “invested it” and it was “gone.” What a prince, right?
And then, the wedding date is set. It’s a massive, over-the-top affair. Mark is spending her savings, plus that “lost” inheritance, on a venue he picked without asking her. Sarah is miserable, but she’s in too deep. She feels trapped.
