I went to a backyard BBQ last weekend. My fiance refused to go because he will not eat off of paper plates, eat with plastic utensils, or drink from plastic cups. I went alone and told them that he was still at work. I came from humble beginnings, but he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He "works" for his dad's company. I want to leave him, but the sense of financial security is hard to let go of. I am the happiest and saddest I have ever been in my life. And everyone thinks we're so perfect. If they only knew.-Trapped in Oregon.