Yes, it’s a hypothetical thread with a long storytelling OP. If these annoy you, stop reading.
Today we tell the tale of Jack, a divorced working-class guy. Though he’s a voracious reader interested in everything, he never graduated from high school, as he started working full time in high school after he married his girlfriend, whom he erroneously thought was pregnant. He works more than 70 hours a week and always has. When he was 30, his wife dumped him, married up, and took off. Now he’s pushing 40, working at the same manual-labor job because he doesn’t know what else to do, and he’s often exhausted, snappish, and depressed.
But Jack’s life isn’t all bad. There’s Diane, his girlfriend, whom he met a few years after his divorce; he fixed her flat tire on a deserted road on a stormy night. Diane’is richer than Thurston Howell III. It’s a family fortune, and she’s the last of the line; the money’s all hers. Diane prefers to stay under the radar, and as she’s not a looker the papparazzi don’t harass her. She’s never had a job; instead she travels, gives money to charity, and takes classes in everything from Celtic literature to horseback riding. She also spends every moment she can with Jack. She had to pursue him aggressively to get him to go out with her, because once he found out just how loaded she was, he was afraid of being taken for a gold-digger. But in time he relaxed a little and they fell in love.
For months now, Diane has been growing worried about Jack. One Sunday morning she makes a suggestion.
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“Honey,” she says, "I have an idea. Please listen to it. Your job’s killing you. Quit it. I’ll take care of you. You can move in with me if you want and we’ll spend our days together as well as our nights, and just play all the time. Or, if you don’t want to be dependent–well, I talked with the accountants and they say I can give you three or four million dollars easily. That should tide you over for three or four years, right? And if you want to work, well, you could go to college and get a job doing something you love. Or–or we can just get married. If–if you want to marry me, I mean. Then everything I have will be yours. Whatever you want is fine with me. What do you think?*
Jack hesitates. Not because he doesn’t want to spend his life with Diane; he loves her more than ice cream. But his old concerns about being a mooch have resurfaced. If he takes her money, he fears, he’ll become her pet.
This isn’t Jack’s first rodeo, so he has the sense not to blurt all this out. Instead he asks Diane for a little time to think. She looks upset but hides it quickly. She has an art opening she wants to get to that afternoon, she says, so it’s okay with her if Jack wants to think. They agree to talk again that night.
When Diane leaves, Jack calls his best friend – you. He brings you up to speed and asks your opinion.
What do you say? Do you think Jack’s concerns are entirely justified? Mere sexist blather? Something else?