I've noticed that when wealthy men cheat on their wives, everyone scoffs at the wife for being pissed and wanting to rake him over the coals. She should've known that her athlete husband was going to cheat on her, so she shouldn't be mad.
I'm also finding that if you aren't your husband's equal financially, you are automatically dubbed a gold digger to some degree. You then forfeit your need to be compensated fro having a broken marriage and a few kids to raise. If you dare ask for spousal support, everyone forgets that your husband is the one who broke his vows, and "how DARE you think you're worth anything more than a value meal at McDonalds".
It just seems so not worth getting married to someone of such status. I would feel as if I had to prove that I actually love my husband. That I'm in it for love. WHY should any woman have to prove anything to outsiders?
These sort of scenarios are one of the reason why I wouldn't want to be a housewife. I don't knock anyone that is one. I just feel like it makes one too vulnerable.
You're happily married. Kids are all happy and healthy. Husband cheats.
You
a) get a divorce, only to be told, "you are really cheeky for wanting some spousal support. Get a job, you lazy bum!"
or
b) stay in the marriage, because it's less messy, and he IS a good provider. So why complain?
If you have some independence, you can tell a mothaf*cka, "F*ck you and that stank-ass horse you rode in on!"
You could walk away. Very much tattered, but nonetheless.
I'm also learning that if you weren't making a small fortune before you married said rich dude, then you weren't really ever good enough in the first place. You should be lucky you even know what Louis Vuitton is, let alone own anything by the house.
It's like you're Cinderella. We think you're a nice gal. You deserve to be happy. We'll let you marry the prince. The prince is fuxing some other princess in another realm. You have no right to be overly pissed because, after all, you WERE JUST scrubbing floors in your stepmom's mansion.
Oh, and having one's child doesn't really account for anything. It's like any b*tch coulda popped a kid. You're not special. No one cares that the docs failed to do an episiotomy and you couldn't tell your conch hole from your ass hole for months after the kid was born.
If you don't like being cheated on, just go away back to the obscurity you came from.
I'm also finding that if you aren't your husband's equal financially, you are automatically dubbed a gold digger to some degree. You then forfeit your need to be compensated fro having a broken marriage and a few kids to raise. If you dare ask for spousal support, everyone forgets that your husband is the one who broke his vows, and "how DARE you think you're worth anything more than a value meal at McDonalds".
It just seems so not worth getting married to someone of such status. I would feel as if I had to prove that I actually love my husband. That I'm in it for love. WHY should any woman have to prove anything to outsiders?
These sort of scenarios are one of the reason why I wouldn't want to be a housewife. I don't knock anyone that is one. I just feel like it makes one too vulnerable.
You're happily married. Kids are all happy and healthy. Husband cheats.
You
a) get a divorce, only to be told, "you are really cheeky for wanting some spousal support. Get a job, you lazy bum!"
or
b) stay in the marriage, because it's less messy, and he IS a good provider. So why complain?
If you have some independence, you can tell a mothaf*cka, "F*ck you and that stank-ass horse you rode in on!"
You could walk away. Very much tattered, but nonetheless.
I'm also learning that if you weren't making a small fortune before you married said rich dude, then you weren't really ever good enough in the first place. You should be lucky you even know what Louis Vuitton is, let alone own anything by the house.
It's like you're Cinderella. We think you're a nice gal. You deserve to be happy. We'll let you marry the prince. The prince is fuxing some other princess in another realm. You have no right to be overly pissed because, after all, you WERE JUST scrubbing floors in your stepmom's mansion.
Oh, and having one's child doesn't really account for anything. It's like any b*tch coulda popped a kid. You're not special. No one cares that the docs failed to do an episiotomy and you couldn't tell your conch hole from your ass hole for months after the kid was born.
If you don't like being cheated on, just go away back to the obscurity you came from.
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