A confusing life

It's odd, isn't it? I'm supposedly an "upper" classmen, and yet, my husband and I do not work the same ways, nor are we treated as equals. He's views with much more importance than I. He's taken more seriously than I ever would, even among my own peers. I'm seen more as a possession or a prize than I am seen as a person. When my grandfather passed, the inheritance never went to my grandmother. Instead, it went to a long distance uncle I barley knew. I know I shouldn't be so weary; I have a much better life than the lower women, but only barley.