I Could Be A Princess, But I'd Rather Be Ordinary Than One Of Them
Now I'm 34, I know lots of very, very rich. My husband is one of them, I'm his 'ordinary' wife. These very, very rich live a very romantic life, so unaware and distant from everybody else. I hear things, lies they believe. My husband is not one of them, he knows 'from whence I came'.
There is one more thing, these very, very rich will fuck anything, male or female or in between. They somehow forget how to respect themselves.
Fortunately I don't live amongst them, I live an 'ordinary' life in an 'ordinary' town and our children do too. They know they live 'well', but have no idea how rich their father really is. When he first met me, I told him, don't take me away from who I really am. The 'indulgence' is being a stay at home Mom.


