I’ve achieved everything without love: I married for security and feel absolutely wonderful!
I am content, and I take pride in it. What I’m about to share is far from a dramatic tale. There are no tears, regrets, or shattered hopes.
I am genuinely happy.
I lead a life that many women aspire to and have attained this without any romantic attachment.
Instead of spending years climbing the career ladder or waiting for ‘the one,’ I married a man considerably older than me who provided everything I ever desired.
He has given me a beautiful, peaceful life filled with comfort and reassurance for the future.
I opted for stability over illusions. While my friends with impressive degrees struggle to make ends meet, I live in a charming home, drive a nice car, and have never known the stress of financial insecurity.
I have ample time for myself. I enjoy pampering sessions, stay active, and travel often.
The only expectations placed upon me are to look lovely and remain by my husband’s side.
And you know what? I’m completely fine with that.
He takes pride in me.
He includes me in business events, introduces me to his friends, and proudly showcases our union to everyone.
Over the past two years, we’ve traveled extensively, creating a treasure trove of memories together.
And now, we’re expecting our first child.
Criticism? I couldn’t care less.
I’m aware that many whisper behind my back.
“Sold out,” “married for money,” “betting on wealth instead of love”…
Honestly, I don’t care.
When I hear these murmurs, I simply smile.
I have nothing to prove to anyone.
Especially not to those who juggle work, children, household chores, and a husband who struggles to earn, all while living with the constant anxiety of making it to payday.
What does their so-called great love bring them when, in the end, they feel exhausted and unhappy?
Let them try to pay the rent with “genuine feelings.” Let them feed their children with “sincere attachment.”
Life is straightforward: either you have money, or you face problems.
I chose the former.
A lesson I learned in my childhood.
I grew up in poverty.
My parents were educated, but their modest salaries barely covered our debts.
I remember living from paycheck to paycheck.
I recall my mother denying herself comforts to buy me a warm coat for winter.
I remember my father’s gloom as he couldn’t afford anything more than the cheapest groceries.
I envied the girls whose parents took them to the seaside.
I detested myself for not being able to have what others did.
And so, I promised myself: My future will be different.
My child will never have to feel embarrassed about their clothes.
They won’t need to ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I can’t provide it because it simply isn’t there.
They won’t witness me crying at night, counting the last pennies until payday.
They will grow up confident and happy.
Love is beautiful. But without money, it means nothing.
I have nothing against love.
But love without stability is mere suffering.
Dear ladies, if you’re reading this, you may judge me.
But when you find yourself unable to feed your children, tired of the struggle for survival, and when your so-called “love” proves helpless against reality, you’ll remember my words.
A woman who has to break herself daily for a paycheck cannot find happiness.
Sooner or later, she will become bitter.
She will be disappointed in a husband who turns out to be weak.
She will start to feel sorry for herself.
I refuse to pity myself.
I want to live.
And that’s exactly what I’m doing.
