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Now, today's first story comes from Unpa Lumpa 5, who says, am I the asshole for not helping my wife

by a dental office when she insisted to get a

pre-up before marriage? And of course, it does come with an update. My wife and I are in our

very late 30s. When we were getting married, we both were making about the same. Neither of us

had anything. I didn't want a pre-up because I don't think that's how a marriage

should work. But my wife wanted a pre-up because she was going to dental school and thought

when she opens her own clinic, she will make way more money than me and didn't want to share any of that.

Long story short, reluctantly, I agree to the pre-up that also has a provision for future assets.

We basically have had separate finances ever since.

Everything is split 50-50 for the most part.

Edit to clarify, 50-50 when it comes to shared expenses like groceries or going out.

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