I’ve achieved everything without love: I married for security, and I feel absolutely fine about it!
I am content and not ashamed of that. What I want to share doesn’t involve any drama. There are no tears, regrets, or shattered dreams.
I am happy.
I live a life many women aspire to, and I’ve accomplished this without the need for romance.
Rather than spending years building a career or waiting for “the one,” I married a man who is significantly older than me, yet he has provided everything I ever wished for.
He has given me a beautiful, serene existence filled with comfort and confidence about the future.
I chose stability over illusions. While my friends with impressive degrees struggle to make ends meet, I dwell in a lovely house, drive a nice car, and I have no idea what it feels like to worry about finances.
I have time for myself. I visit salons, stay fit, and travel.
All that is expected of me is to be attractive and always stay close to my husband.
And you know what? I’m completely fine with that.
He takes pride in me.
He brings me along to business meetings, introduces me to friends, and showcases to everyone how much he cherishes our partnership.
Over the past two years, we’ve traveled the globe, creating an incredible trove of memories.
And now, we’re anticipating our first child.
Judgment? I couldn’t care less. I know whispers trail behind me.
“Sold herself,” “married for money,” “chose cash over compassion”…
I don’t care.
When I hear such talk, I simply smile.
I don’t need to prove anything to anyone.
Especially not to those who are torn daily between work, children, domestic issues, and a husband who struggles to earn a decent living, all while living in perpetual fear of making it to payday.
What does their so-called great love provide them if they end up exhausted and unhappy?
Let them see how far genuine feelings stretch when it comes to paying rent. Let them try to raise their children on mere affection.
Life is straightforward: you either have money, or you have problems.
I’ve chosen the former.
A lesson from my childhood
I grew up in poverty.
My parents were educated individuals, but their modest wages barely covered our debts.
I remember living from one paycheck to another.
I recall my mother denying herself everything just to buy me a warm coat for the winter.
I remember my father trudging around grumpily because he couldn’t afford anything 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 ashamed of their clothes.
They won’t have to ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I can’t provide it because we lack it.
They won’t witness my tears at night, counting the last coins until payday.
They will grow up confident and happy.
Love is wonderful. But without money, it means nothing.
I’m not against love.
But love without stability is suffering.
Dear girls, if you’re reading this, you may judge me.
But when you’re unable to feed your children, when you grow tired of struggling to survive, when your so-called “love” is helpless against reality, you’ll remember my words.
A woman who has to break herself every single day for money cannot find true happiness.
Sooner or later, she will become bitter.
She will be disappointed in a husband who has shown weakness.
She will start feeling sorry for herself.
I refuse to pity myself.
I want to live.
And I am living.
