I’ve attained everything without love: I entered into a marriage of convenience, and I feel absolutely wonderful!
I’m content and unashamed of it. What I’m about to share has nothing to do with drama. There are no tears, regrets, or shattered dreams.
I’m happy.
I lead a life that many women aspire to, and I achieved it without love.
Rather than spending years building a career or waiting for “the one,” I married a man significantly older than me, yet he has provided me with everything I’ve ever desired.
He has offered me a beautiful, tranquil life filled with comfort and assurance for the future.
I chose stability over illusions. While my friends, boasting impressive qualifications, struggle to make ends meet, I reside in a cozy home, drive a nice car, and have no idea what it’s like to worry about money.
I have ample time for myself. I frequent salons, engage in fitness, and travel.
All that is expected of me is to maintain my appearance and always be by my husband’s side.
And you know what? I find that perfectly acceptable.
He takes pride in me.
He brings me along to business meetings, introduces me to friends, and showcases to everyone how much he values our union.
Over the past two years, we’ve traveled half the globe, gathering an incredible array of memories.
And now, we are eagerly anticipating the arrival of our first child.
Judgment? I couldn’t care less. I’m aware that many whisper behind my back.
“Sold out,” “married for money,” “betting on finances instead of feelings”…
I honestly don’t mind.
When I hear such remarks, I simply smile.
I have nothing to prove to anyone.
Especially not to those burdened daily by balancing work, children, household issues, and a husband who struggles to earn enough, all while living in a constant state of anxiety about making it to payday.
What does their great love bring them if they end up exhausted and unhappy?
Let them try paying the rent with “real feelings.” Let them attempt to feed their children with “sincere attachments.”
Life is simpler: either you have money or you have problems.
I chose the former.
A lesson learned in childhood. I grew up in poverty.
My parents were educated individuals, yet their modest salaries barely covered our debts.
I remember living from paycheck to paycheck.
I recall how my mother denied herself so much just to buy me a warm coat for winter.
I remember my father walking around glumly because he could only afford the cheapest food.
I envied the girls whose parents took them to the seaside.
I resented myself for not being able to have what others enjoyed.
And so I promised myself: My future will be different.
My child will never have to feel ashamed of their clothes.
They won’t have to ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I won’t have any to give because there simply isn’t any.
They won’t see me cry at night, counting the last coins before payday.
They will grow up confident and happy.
Love is wonderful. But without money, it’s worthless.
I am not against love.
But love without stability is suffering.
Dear young women, if you’re reading this, you may judge me.
But when you find yourself unable to feed your children, when you grow weary of fighting for survival, when your so-called “love” proves helpless against reality, you will remember my words.
A woman forced to compromise her dignity for money cannot be happy.
Sooner or later, she will grow embittered.
She will become disillusioned with a husband she perceives as weak.
She will begin to pity herself.
I refuse to pity myself.
I want to live.
And I do.
