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Her husband left her for another woman. But she ended up in the workplace and now she works at the VP level of my company. She makes well into six figures and when it's her weekend to drop the kids off with the father, she feels good driving her BMW over to his crappy apartment and actually giving him some cash so that he can afford to do something decent with his kids.

Not going to defend the ex-husband, because maybe he is a POS, I don't know. But I am going to point out a couple of things:

1) material goods are NOT the key to, nor proof of, happiness. In fact, many if not most men can be happy with just some "crappy apartment" and minimal stuff.

2) Women often lie, especially about exes. When they were dating and early on in the marriage, I bet he was the most awesome guy in the world. Once he's out, he's now a POS that used to beat her or he was a coward or impotent or whatever nasty stuff she can invent. Does she really have to give him cash? Who knows. Maybe she does because he gives his entire paycheck to her for child support and alimony. Who knows.

3) She's now the VP of a company. Great. Is she VP because she is more competent than the other candidates? Or is she VP because she has a vagina? Who knows.

The one thing we can be sure of is that the old rules no longer apply. These days up is down and black is white. Good people get destroyed, often just for being good. Bad people get elevated, often for having dark skin or a vagina. The hard truth is, that in the USA in 2016, if you are a morally upstanding, Christian who believes in the Constitution, you ARE going to run afoul of the system at some point (and this applies doubly if you are white). If you are not running afoul of the system, it is probably because you are just keeping your head down and going with the flow to avoid trouble, in sheep-like fashion.

Well you make some very good point there. Sometimes the simple life beats the "good life" with all the attendant stresses that go with it.

I have a lot of family in Alabama. Most of them hold down simple jobs, drive a beat up pickup, and spend many of their evenings sitting on the front porch with glasses of sweet tea watching the sun going down and the fireflies coming out with crickets and frogs chirping all around. On one of my last trips down there, I was thinking that I could get used to that kind of living.