My First Year of Marriage to a Wealthy Older Man

In Octo­ber 2014, me and my older man, Kee­gan, will have been mar­ried for four years, together for seven years, and known each other for nine years. Dur­ing this entire time, Kee­gan has been a true, staunch believer in me and any­thing I have ever wanted to pur­sue. He has my pure and undi­vided trust, and I have his. If you would have told me ten years ago that this would be my life today, I would have laughed at you.

Kee­gan has been by my side for every ill­ness and surgery—all 10 of them—without com­plaint. He’s my rock, my knight in shin­ing armor, and my true best friend. He’s the only man in the world I would give my life for with­out a sec­ond thought, and I know he feels the same way about me.

We have faced a lot of chal­lenges in our mar­riage. Imme­di­ately after the wed­ding, Kee­gan was pro­moted, and with his already heavy work­load, we strug­gled a lot with com­mu­ni­ca­tion and man­ag­ing two full-time jobs, our first-born child, his med­dling mother who cared for our first­born while I worked, our dogs, and the house­hold chores. A lot of it fell on my shoul­ders while he worked and climbed the cor­po­rate ladder.

I was OK with it at first, because I barely made a third of what he did, and we both enjoyed the wind­fall. But even­tu­ally, I grew to resent it (and him), because I wasn’t able to pur­sue my own career dreams. At the same time, I was also frus­trated because I wasn’t able to spend time with our daugh­ter, who was grow­ing quickly. The only way to work things out was for me to quit work, or find another posi­tion that offered alter­na­tive hours, but no other posi­tion was available.

Despite the hitch in our mar­riage, we decided by that Decem­ber that it was time to start try­ing for another baby. We wanted our kids spaced close together, because Kee­gan wasn’t get­ting any younger and I wanted to move past the wreck­age of my body, despite enjoy­ing preg­nancy. We were so set on hav­ing a few more kids really quickly that we even traded in my SUV for a mini­van. Sure, we only had 1 kid, but we planned to fill that van with a boat­load of kids.

Just after the New Year, I was preg­nant again. We were ecsta­tic, but cau­tiously wait­ing before telling any­one the news. My for­mer co-worker, Jen­nifer, had come over to look at my taxes and she was the first per­son I told; how­ever, look­ing back that was prob­a­bly a mis­take. Her response was udder shock and dis­gust. “How could you let that hap­pen so soon after hav­ing a C-section?” she gawked. Jen­nifer was never mar­ried and had no chil­dren of her own.

I was absolutely taken aback by her knee­jerk, judg­men­tal response. She left the house some­what quickly after that and we haven’t really spo­ken since. What she said really left me unset­tled. If she reacted so poorly, surely a major­ity of peo­ple would react sim­i­larly, or so I thought. When I told my fam­ily, they were thrilled. My mom was over the moon to have another grand­child. Keegan’s fam­ily was also happy; they had all waited so long for him to start his fam­ily. For the first time in a long time, our mar­riage felt like it was back on track. Unfor­tu­nately, that hap­pi­ness would be short-lived.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.