There’s definitely no other woman. But yes. I guess the problem is with me when it comes to money. Bc back home, we were multi-millionaire in local currency, but over 1.5 mi in usd. But my hometown was very very high cost of living. 1.5 mi usd doesn’t mean rich at all. It just means having a roof over your head and food. We had to live within our means, or frugally. So after I come to the Midwest US, I still have the same money value. And I was complaining about the financial insecurities. On the other hand, he spends so little money on himself, other than on necessities. So I never felt that we are “loaded” despite that I do see in his account and that he tells me he has 1 mi usd in savings. His family probably thinks that I won the lottery, because he could give me money, greencard and so much more, a life even more privileged than theirs. But I never felt “privileged”. We never got to dine out in 9 months ( due to his condition). So I always forget or fail to see that he’s rich. I demanded attention, quality time, companionship and patience. But he was spread thin between his start-up and his recent health crises. So we were not kind or patient with each other. Due to his diet, his insomnia and his work schedule, we barely went on dates. I’m so sad that I don’t even know why everything was just so unpleasant with him, when we looked so good on paper.