I achieved everything without love: I entered into a marriage of convenience and feel wonderful!
I am happy and unashamed of it. What I wish to share has nothing to do with drama—no tears, regrets, or shattered hopes.
I am content.
I lead a life many women dream of, and I reached this point without love.
Rather than spending years building a career or waiting for “the one,” I married a man who is significantly older than me, yet he provided me with everything I longed for.
He has given me a beautiful, tranquil life filled with comfort and security for the future.
I chose stability over fantasies. While my friends, armed with impressive degrees, struggle to make ends meet, I live in a lovely house, drive a nice car, and have never known the stress of financial hardship.
I have time for myself. I visit salons, keep fit, and travel.
All that is required of me is to look lovely and remain by my husband’s side.
And you know what? I’m perfectly fine with that.
He takes pride in me.
He brings me along to business meetings, introduces me to his friends, and shows everyone how much he values our partnership.
In the past two years, we have traveled across much of the globe, creating countless wonderful memories.
And now we await our first child.
Judgement? I couldn’t care less.
I know there are whispers behind my back.
“Sold out,” “married for money,” “placed her bets on wealth instead of feelings”…
I really don’t mind.
When I hear those conversations, I simply smile.
I have nothing to prove to anyone.
Especially not to those who are caught in the daily grind of work, children, household woes, a husband who struggles to provide, and the endless dread of making it to payday.
What does their so-called great love give them if, in the end, they are worn out and unhappy?
Let them try paying their bills with “true feelings.” Let them feed their children with “sincere affection.”
Life is more straightforward: 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, yet their modest salaries barely covered our debts.
I remember living from paycheck to paycheck.
I remember how my mother denied herself everything just to buy me a warm coat for winter.
I recall my father sulking because he couldn’t afford anything but the cheapest meals.
I envied the girls whose parents took them to the seaside.
I hated myself for not being able to have what others possessed.
And then I vowed to myself: my future will be different.
My child will never have to be ashamed of their clothes.
They won’t ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I’d have to say no because it simply isn’t there.
They won’t see me crying at night, counting the last pennies until payday.
They will grow up confident and happy.
Love is wonderful. But without money, it holds no value.
I have nothing against love.
But love without stability leads to suffering.
Dear ladies, if you are reading this, you may judge me.
But when you find yourselves unable to feed your children, when the struggle for survival becomes tiresome, when your so-called “love” proves powerless against reality, you will recall my words.
A woman forced to bend every day for money cannot find true happiness.
Sooner or later, she will become embittered.
She will feel disappointment in a husband who turns out to be weak.
She will begin to feel sorry for herself.
I do not want to feel sorry for myself.
I wish to live.
And I am living.
