You got married, however your family disapproved.

They thought he was poor, simple as that.

Dinner was quiet until your mother spoke,"So how do you two manage things financially?"

You knew where this was going,"Who pays the rent?"' she asked. "I do,' -you say.

A pause. Your husband kept eating, "Groceries?" you smile, "I do."

Your father scoffed, "Figures. And the honeymoon?"

YoU nodded once more, "I do, I manage all expenses.'

He pushed his chair back. "So what exactly does he contribute?"

Your husband finally looked up, calm. "And who pays with my card?"

You smiled, hooking your arm through his, "I do."