After all, we had already been discussing our marriage. Troy and I had met each other's parents and added each other as friends.
When I received a message from Troy's mother, I was still thinking if there was something wrong. But when I saw the content, I couldn't help but frown.
[Wendy, Troy works hard to earn money. As a daughter-in-law of the Shaw family, you must learn to be thrifty and manage the household well.]
[There are many high-end things in the big city. It's just a New Year's Eve. You shouldn't buy and spend everything.]
[You know, as a woman working hard in Atlanta, if it weren't for Troy, it would be difficult for you to live this kind of quality life on your own, right?]
The entire screen was filled with this short essay, and every word and sentence was accusing me of spending too much money.
Being scolded for no reason, I felt a bit angry.
I had been with Troy for so many years, and I had long known that we had no support.
I lived with him in a narrow rental house and commuted by subway.
Although my monthly salary was considered top-notch in the company, I was not willing to buy expensive cosmetics, and I had never asked for gifts on holidays or anniversaries.