The Only Problem My Sugar Daddy’s Money Couldn’t Fix: Part 2


When I brought up the topic of reli­gion with Kee­gan, I was expect­ing him to say that it didn’t mat­ter, because nei­ther of us were reli­gious peo­ple. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Kee­gan actu­ally voiced a very strong opin­ion towards his Catholic reli­gion and how strongly embed­ded in the Catholic com­mu­nity his fam­ily was. Con­sid­er­ing he was the man in this rela­tion­ship, he felt that I should con­vert to Catholi­cism, even though he didn’t actively prac­tice it. That way, we could have a catholic ceremony.

Not a chance in hell, Kee­gan. You can do what­ever you want to me, but I will not con­vert to a reli­gion just for your fam­ily, espe­cially con­sid­er­ing the fact that you aren’t even an active wor­shiper,” I screamed.

This was a break­ing point for us—I wouldn’t budge, and nei­ther would he. Both fam­i­lies were staunchly reli­gious on either side, but the two peo­ple who mat­tered most in the mar­riage were agnos­tic! I didn’t want prayer, bible verses, or any­thing reli­gious in our vows. Besides I couldn’t even find any that reflected how we truly are as a cou­ple. I wasn’t going to back down on this one. It took some time and a few stiff drinks, but even­tu­ally, Kee­gan came around.

But there was another prob­lem. My brother-in-law was set to offi­ci­ate our wed­ding and he was an active Chris­t­ian pas­tor. This posed a prob­lem, because he too wanted the vows to reflect reli­gion and prayer.

Take my advice and address the issue of reli­gion before you and your older man decide to get mar­ried. Wait­ing till the last minute will only make things more complicated.

In the end, I real­ized that I would have to make some com­pro­mises as well, and we came to the agree­ment to co-write our vows, inten­tion­ally leav­ing out all but one piece of reli­gious gar­ble that res­onated with both sects of reli­gion. There­fore, every­one was happy, except for me. But some­times you just have to accept it, count your losses, and move on—there are big­ger bat­tles to fight, like I would soon find out.

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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.