Straight Female / 24
My Mother Impressed This On Me, Rich Is Better
Following a bitter divorce, and a huge drop in lifestyle, my mother told me "do not marry for love, marry for money. You can be poor and happy, you can be rich and happy, why be poor on purpose, marry a rich man and do what you need to do to stay married".
I was 13, sleeping on a camp out on the floor of an apartment.
Ten years later I was working in a corporate office as a clerk in purchasing. A man, with money, talked to me, asked me what my name was and what job I had. When I told him, he asked if I had gone to college.
One night, after the office hours I stayed late to catch up on filing. He was leaving, I didn't know he walked the halls looking for stragglers. He found me on my knees, filing. Why are you here? He asked. I told him, 'not good enough' and told me to get my purse I was leaving.
He waited, walked out with me, on the elevator he reached for my coat, then the strap on my purse. He asked me where I got my clothes. He then focused on my shoes.
Outside, he asked me how I got to work, I told him, the train, then a bus, then walked the rest of the way.
He told me he was looking for a woman to keep his bed warm, was I interested. I said no, but changed my mind, was he looking for a wife, or a whore. I wasn't a whore.
I kept his bed warm that night, married him in Las Vegas. I quit my job to go college. Rich is better, even with a prenup. I don't kid myself, he may get bored with me. He's a whole lot older. But, as I told him, I am committed for him not to divorce me. Ask, I signed up for the duration.
I will not go back to poor and lonely, rich IS better. I will do what I need to do for him to keep me. Maybe I will learn to love him. Maybe he will learn to love me.
I was 13, sleeping on a camp out on the floor of an apartment.
Ten years later I was working in a corporate office as a clerk in purchasing. A man, with money, talked to me, asked me what my name was and what job I had. When I told him, he asked if I had gone to college.
One night, after the office hours I stayed late to catch up on filing. He was leaving, I didn't know he walked the halls looking for stragglers. He found me on my knees, filing. Why are you here? He asked. I told him, 'not good enough' and told me to get my purse I was leaving.
He waited, walked out with me, on the elevator he reached for my coat, then the strap on my purse. He asked me where I got my clothes. He then focused on my shoes.
Outside, he asked me how I got to work, I told him, the train, then a bus, then walked the rest of the way.
He told me he was looking for a woman to keep his bed warm, was I interested. I said no, but changed my mind, was he looking for a wife, or a whore. I wasn't a whore.
I kept his bed warm that night, married him in Las Vegas. I quit my job to go college. Rich is better, even with a prenup. I don't kid myself, he may get bored with me. He's a whole lot older. But, as I told him, I am committed for him not to divorce me. Ask, I signed up for the duration.
I will not go back to poor and lonely, rich IS better. I will do what I need to do for him to keep me. Maybe I will learn to love him. Maybe he will learn to love me.
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