By Linda C J Turner, Therapist & Advocate

When I look back now, with a clearer mind and a peaceful heart, I realize just how much of my old life was slowly eroded by one man’s obsession — not with love, connection, or truth — but with money.

From the very beginning, it was glaring, but I didn’t want to believe it. Early on, he actually suggested going on a cruise alone — not for peace or adventure, but to try and meet someone with money. That should have been the red flag waving in my face. But like so many of us who believe in love and see the best in people, I brushed it aside.

His whole existence revolved around wealth — or more accurately, the illusion of wealth. Social climbing was a sport to him. He gravitated toward people with expensive cars, designer clothes, flashy lifestyles… always trying to create an impression he had more than he actually did. It wasn’t about building a life — it was about selling one that wasn’t even real.

And me? I became just another number on his spreadsheet.

Yes, literally. Every penny I spent was scrutinized. Every coffee, every gift, every moment I tried to spend on myself or others came with a comment, a judgment, or a passive-aggressive sigh. And here’s the painful part: that even included my own money. I’ve never known such stinginess — not just with finances, but with spirit, kindness, and generosity of heart. It was like living in a world where love came with receipts and affection had to be budgeted.

Before I met him, I lived a life of emotional freedom, laughter, and simplicity. I was never made to feel guilty for spending, especially on the people I loved or the life I was building. I’d never met anyone who measured life in decimal points and control.

Now, looking back from the calm space I’ve reclaimed, I can see it all for what it was — a lucky escape.

Money isn’t evil. But when someone uses it as a weapon, a mask, or a measuring stick for human worth, it becomes something corrosive. And in his case, it was his compass for everything — love, friendship, social standing, even self-esteem.

To anyone reading this who’s been made to feel small, monitored, or controlled in the name of “financial responsibility” — ask yourself: is this about mutual care, or is it about power? Is this about building a future together, or is it about someone building theirs on your back?

Freedom isn’t found in numbers — it’s found in truth. And I’ve never been richer than I am now, surrounded by peace, integrity, and the simple joy of living life on my terms.

That was never love. That was financial manipulation dressed up as partnership. I see that now — and I thank myself every day for walking away.

💬 Have you ever escaped a relationship where money was used as a tool of control or deceit? I’d love to hear your story. We heal in sharing.

#LuckyEscape #FinancialAbuseAwareness #TrueFreedom #HealingJourney #KnowYourWorth #EmotionalFreedom #YouDeserveBetter

— Linda C J Turner

Trauma Therapist | Neuroscience & Emotional Intelligence Practitioner | Advocate for Women’s Empowerment