"I'll be happy when I'm rich!" I remember saying this out loud and my father smiled. Embarrassed and annoyed, I turned and stared at him sharply! I was angry with him for insinuating that I'd perhaps never be rich! I stormed out of the family living room filled with resentment! I turned and turned in bed at 16 years old that night wondering what the meaning of all this was! I was high on hormones and my idea of happiness was finding a rich prince at 21 who would kiss me and we would ride into the sunset together and live in our big castle; happily ever after! Little did I know that my idea of love and richness would be distorted once I turned 21 and three times more ones I was over 25. I was a romantic with the typical idea of life like that in the fairy tales! If Cinderella could do it and she was a maid, how about me who grew up with much more privilege! I binged on the idea of love and richness being my ultimate source of happiness! In m...