Why Marriage Only Makes Sense If He’s Old and Rich: Part 1

After my col­lege grad­u­a­tion, I took some time off to clear my head. In the midst of the mad­ness with my older man, Der­rick, I felt like I had lost myself and needed to fig­ure out who I was and where I was going in life. I had no con­tact with Der­rick or Josh (the younger man I was engaged to and then broke up with) and was try­ing my best to steer clear of any inti­mate rela­tion­ship. I had fallen in love with two great men—both flawed in their own ways—and had used both of them for my own ben­e­fit. I was com­pletely and utterly con­fused and could no longer rec­og­nize myself in the mir­ror. My life now revolved around work and fam­ily. I needed to stay grounded.  Dat­ing Der­rick had left me with a deep yearn­ing for a spe­cial type of man. My mis­sion was to get my life together, and even­tu­ally, fall in love and marry a rich older man—the lifestyle was too good to pass up.

When I wasn’t at work, I spent most of my time in the sum­mer at the beach, includ­ing after work and on my days off. I would go for runs every morn­ing and often spent my evenings tak­ing my dog on long walks, just to clear my mind. I was in the best shape of my life and was get­ting hit on often, but no one ever made me smile the way Der­rick did, or laugh the way Josh had.

One after­noon, while out on a run, I noticed a very attrac­tive man walk­ing his dog. I wasn’t sure why I was so attracted, but I felt like there was a mag­netic attrac­tion that was pulling me towards him. I stared at him, try­ing to fig­ure out what I could say to get his atten­tion, but my mind was com­pletely blank. I knew that I had to say some­thing, and fast. But the best I could come up with was, “Beau­ti­ful morn­ing, eh?” Luck­ily, that was suf­fi­cient. Mr. Won­der­ful struck up a con­ver­sa­tion and min­utes later, we found our­selves at a local donut shop near the pier.

To this day, I still can’t explain it, but there was some­thing about this older man, Robert, that instantly attracted me to him—maybe it was fate? He was dif­fer­ent from any­one that I had ever met and some­thing about him just felt safe. We fell in love the right way and he courted me the way no other man had before. There was no deny­ing that Robert loved me and that I loved him. This time, it wasn’t about money—it was about real love. My fam­ily adored him, despite our eleven-year age dif­fer­ence, and they wel­comed him with open arms. Our love was per­fect. One year after meet­ing, we were mar­ried. Unfor­tu­nately, the mar­riage didn’t pan out quite as per­fectly as I had anticipated…

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  • Mar­tina Perry

    Mar­riage is a gam­ble. Just don t get addicted to it . If you only marry for money, unless you have no morals or con­science, you’ll do fine . Oth­er­wise, marry for love & mutual respect. The age thing is unim­por­tant . I know because my hus­band. Of 14yrs is 16 yrs younger than me .He pro­posed after a week & we mar­ried 2 mths later . So , hope for the best & lik each oth­ers com­pany . Be your­self & keep your own friends & inter­ests . Hubby thinks & has said that I’m the kind­est per­son he’s ever met . What a com­pli­ment . He makes me laugh . It’s ok most of the time , & that’s alright with us .