His Self-Esteem Would Be Important To Me
If I were with the love of my life, I wouldn’t mind if he couldn’t afford anything above the bare necessities.
I’d understand that he may receive many job rejections, feel immense pressure while searching for work, get exhausted from attending in-person interviews and waiting for phone screenings.
I’d accept his frowns, sighs and expletives.
I’d keep in mind the sour looks that he may likely get from interviewers and how excessively tiring it is for him to smile when he may be moody and irritable in actuality.
He may have to schmooze and I understand how soul-crushing that feels.
I’d understand that it would take years for the love of my life to earn the kind of money that could afford us extra things like a plush animal, or another pillow for our backs or really good cheese.
I wouldn’t mind living in a one-room apartment or in a basement with him.
What I feel when I look into his eyes and/or hold him would hopefully matter most to me.
What I feel for him should be enough for my going through trials and tribulations patiently with him.
I’d help him.
I’d be his listening ear.
