I have achieved everything without love: I entered a marriage of convenience and feel absolutely wonderful!
I am happy, and I have no shame in admitting it. What I wish to share has nothing to do with drama. There are no tears, regrets, or shattered hopes.
I am content.
I lead a life that many women dream of, and I attained it without love.
Rather than spending years building a career or waiting for “the one,” I married a man significantly older than myself, who provided me with everything I ever desired.
He has given me a beautiful, serene life filled with comfort and the assurance of a stable future.
I chose stability over illusions.
While my friends, equipped with impressive degrees, struggle to make ends meet, I reside in a charming home, drive a lovely car, and have no concerns about financial scarcity.
I have time for myself. I visit salons, engage in fitness activities, and travel.
All that is required of me is to remain attractive and be by my husband’s side.
And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that.
He takes pride in me.
He brings me along to business gatherings, introduces me to his friends, and openly demonstrates how much he values our union.
In the last two years, we’ve traveled across half the globe, accumulating a wealth of memories.
And now, we await our first child.
Judgment? I couldn’t care less.
I am aware that many whisper behind my back.
“She sold herself,” “married for money,” “bet on financial security, not emotions,”…
I don’t care.
When I hear those murmurs, I simply smile.
I feel no need to prove anything to anyone.
Especially not to those who are daily torn between work, children, household issues, and the never-ending dread of making ends meet with a partner who struggles to provide.
What does their so-called great love give them if, in the end, they are worn out and unhappy?
Let them try paying for their rent with “genuine feelings.” Let them attempt to feed their children with “sincere affection.”
Life is straightforward: either you have money, or you have problems.
I chose the former.
A lesson learned from childhood
I grew up in poverty.
My parents were educated individuals, yet their modest salaries barely sufficed to settle our debts.
I remember living from paycheck to paycheck.
I recall my mother denying herself everything so she could buy me a warm coat for winter.
I remember my father walking around sullen, unable to afford anything beyond the cheapest foods.
I envied the girls whose parents took them to the seaside.
I hated myself for not being able to have what others did.
And then I promised myself: my future would be different.
My child would never have to be ashamed of their clothing.
They wouldn’t need to ask me for money for a school trip, knowing I couldn’t provide it because we didn’t have any.
They wouldn’t witness me crying at night, counting the last pennies until payday.
They would grow up confident and happy.
Love is wonderful. But without money, it means little.
I am not against love.
But love without security equates to suffering.
Dear girls, if you’re reading this, you may judge me.
But when you find yourself unable to feed your children, when you tire of the struggle for survival, and when your so-called “love” proves ineffective against reality, you will remember my words.
A woman forced to break herself day by day for money cannot be truly happy.
Sooner or later, bitterness creeps in.
She becomes disappointed in a husband who turns out to be weak.
She starts to feel sorry for herself.
I do not wish to feel sorry for myself.
I want to live.
And I am living.
