I have achieved everything without love: I entered into a marriage of convenience, and I feel absolutely wonderful!
I am happy and have no shame about it. What I want to share isn’t a tale of drama. There are no tears, regrets, or shattered hopes.
I am happy.
I lead a life that many women dream of, and I have accomplished it all without needing love.
Rather than spending years climbing the career ladder or waiting for “the one,” I married a man who is significantly older than I am, but he has provided me with everything I could ever wish for.
He has given me a beautiful, tranquil life filled with comfort and certainty about the future.
I chose stability over illusions. While my friends, with their impressive degrees, struggle to make ends meet, I reside in a charming home, drive a nice vehicle, and have never experienced the stress of financial hardship.
I have time for myself. I visit salons, keep fit, and travel.
All that is expected of me is to look good and always stay close to my husband.
And do you know what? That suits me just fine.
He takes pride in me.
He brings me along to business meetings, introduces me to his friends, and demonstrates to everyone how much he values our partnership.
In the past two years, we’ve journeyed across half the globe and collected a remarkable number of memories.
Now, we’re expecting our first child.
Judgment? I don’t care.
I know that many whisper behind my back.
“She sold herself,” “married for money,” “bet on wealth rather than feelings”…
I couldn’t care less.
When I hear those remarks, I merely smile.
I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.
Especially not to those who are caught up daily in the chaos of juggling work, children, household troubles, and a husband who struggles to earn enough, all while living in dread of making it to payday.
What does their so-called great love give them if, in the end, they feel drained and unhappy?
Let them try paying for their home with “true feelings.” Let them attempt to feed their children with “sincere affection.”
Life is simpler: you either have money, or you have problems.
I opted for the former.
A lesson I learned in childhood.
I grew up in poverty.
My parents were educated individuals, yet their modest salaries barely covered our debts.
I remember living paycheck to paycheck.
I recall my mother denying herself everything just to buy me a warm coat for the winter.
I remember my father walking around sullenly because he could afford nothing more than the cheapest food.
I envied the girls whose parents took them to the seaside.
I despised myself for not being able to afford what others had.
And then I promised myself: My future will be different.
My child will never have to feel embarrassed about their clothing.
They won’t need to ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I wouldn’t be able to provide it.
They won’t see me crying at night, counting the last pennies until payday.
They will grow up confident and joyful.
Love is wonderful. But without money, it is worthless.
I have nothing against love.
But love without stability leads to suffering.
Dear ladies, if you are reading these words, you may judge me.
But when you find yourself unable to feed your children, when you grow tired of fighting for survival, when your so-called “love” proves helpless against reality, you will remember my words.
A woman who must break herself daily for the sake of finances cannot be truly happy.
Sooner or later, she will become resentful.
She will be disappointed in a husband who turned out to be weak.
She will start to feel sorry for herself.
I don’t want to feel sorry for myself.
I want to live.
And I do.
