About 15 years ago, I was a 27-year-old Aussie-born Indian chick, in a relationship with a Caucasian dude almost twice my age, and about to become his third wife and a step mother.
As you can imagine, a lot of people had a lot to say about the situation – and no, none of it was from my ever-supportive, long-suffering parents. But, man, did everyone else have opinions.
Some were disguised as ‘jokes’: was I a mail order bride? No one wanted you from your own background?
Um, evidently not. Lol indeed.
Some were outright stupidity: are you the nanny? Aren’t brown men good enough for you?
All idiots… and then there was my boss. He had been very senior in the Navy (or something…I can’t recall, because I don’t care). But despite his career accomplishments, he was a thoroughly objectionable person. It was like working with Donald Trump (although I didn’t have the reference at the time).
I was an in-house legal counsel back then, and we were working in a major international company. My career had really taken off, and I had begun travelling the world to help negotiate contracts. Couple that with being in a happy, loving relationship, and I was in a good place in my life.
So naturally, this man couldn’t handle it. He was firmly of the opinion that women should be at home – just as his own wife was.
You will think I am making this up when I tell you his name was Richard, so naturally, we all called him ‘Dick’ behind his back. But that is not fiction: and neither is this next part of the tale.
One day, I arrived at work in a new car. It was a nice new car. I had done six years at uni, and four years as a lawyer, to earn that car. But Dick didn’t see it like that at all.
“Ohhhh…a new car, I see,” he astutely observed when we arrived in the car park at the same time.
Eyeing the vehicle, he asked me if it was brand new, how much it cost, and whether I had paid for it myself.
“Who else would pay for it?” I asked.
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Dick let out a good ol’ belly laugh at that.