Julz Afflair’s Bio

JulzAI was raised with nice things and nice cars, as my father owned an oil com­pany. When the oil busted in the 1980s, I met my son’s father and in six weeks agreed to marry him. He could afford me. He owned homes and air­planes. Money was no object. I enjoyed our lifestyle for six years. How­ever, I met and fell in love with our neigh­bor, my sec­ond hus­band. Need­less to say, I didn’t get much out of my first mar­riage money-wise, but I did get sole cus­tody of my son, and that was enough.

I was mar­ried to my sec­ond hus­band, the love of my life, for 12 years. From the out­side, we had a great life. I’d mar­ried him with no job, but we both worked hard and soon enough it paid off. We owned pri­vate, for-profit cos­me­tol­ogy schools. They afforded us a beau­ti­ful home, lux­ury cars, and annual trips to the Ken­tucky Derby. It wasn’t a bad life. The mar­riage was lucra­tive. How­ever, he hadn’t touched me in 10 years. He stopped all sex­ual activ­ity when I was diag­nosed with rhab­domyosar­coma in 1997—a child­hood can­cer I was tasked with at 32 years of age. I was no longer able to have chil­dren at that point, and even though my hus­band was rais­ing my son from my pre­vi­ous mar­riage, he wanted his own chil­dren. It wasn’t in the cards, and I was being pun­ished for it.

I knew my hus­band would leave once my son grad­u­ated high school, so I was the good wife for 10 years and then decided enough is enough. I had quiet affairs with sev­eral men, includ­ing a pro base­ball player and the owner of a Hous­ton oil com­pany. They didn’t go any­where. Some nice gifts and good times, but they weren’t my future.

In 2006, my hus­band and I were pack­ing to leave for the Ken­tucky Derby. I turned to him and said, “I am an affair wait­ing to hap­pen.” He never changed expres­sions, instead asked me if I had dry cleaned his lucky jacket. I knew the Derby was prime pick­ing for rich men. I just didn’t know how rich.