I’ve been married before, and I have no desire to do it again. I married for love, but I quickly became disillusioned. All I heard from my husband were reproaches, and I endured humiliation. When we parted ways, I decided I’d never marry again and would instead use men for my own well-being.
An interesting situation happened to me that I just can’t seem to resolve. When you don’t want a stamp in your passport and you tell a man that, not every one of them takes it well. Some don’t like it when a woman makes those kinds of decisions. Over the years, I’ve had many partners, but none of them suited me. Either they were weak in bed, didn’t have enough money, or were just plain boring.
Finally, I met my ideal man, but it turned out he wasn’t free. I didn’t find out he was married right away—it took a few months—but I decided not to change anything. I told him about it too. At first, he was happy about it. Things went on like that for a few years, and I was perfectly content. We met at my place a few times a month. We never went out together, and I didn’t need to. He completely satisfied me in bed, and I didn’t want anything more. But apparently, that wasn’t enough for him.
He kept trying to tell me about his wife. He said she was a shrew, always dissatisfied with something. He complained that she wanted children, but he didn’t. He thought I was really interested in all this. I put up with it and pretended to listen attentively. Sometimes I even tried to show him some sympathy. He told me he never had feelings for his wife, that they got married because her father helped him with his career. I listened, but I was dying of boredom.
Some time passed, and I started noticing that my man was becoming too clingy. Before, we met a few times a month, but now he was showing up almost every other day. And then he started inviting me to the movies and restaurants. At first, I didn’t even understand what was going on. I wasn’t ready for this turn of events. Not only did he show up uninvited, but he also brought flowers and gifts. I’m perfectly capable of buying anything I want myself. And then he showed up at my place with suitcases and announced that he was moving in. I was floored!
He said he’d left his wife and nothing would stop us from being together now. He said he’d been waiting his whole life for someone like me. I suit him in every way, and he loves my temperament. No more hiding—he was staying with me.
I absolutely didn’t expect this. Big deal, he showed up—what a joy. Did anyone bother to ask me? I shut him down right away. I told him I wasn’t going to change anything in my life and I wasn’t inviting him into it. He needed to go back where he came from, back to his wife. I asked him what we had agreed on from the very beginning. One marriage was more than enough for me.
I told him I could’ve found someone much better if I wanted to get married, and I wouldn’t have gotten involved with a married man. I said I wasn’t going to cook for him, serve him, or take care of him. I laid out everything that was on my mind and slammed the door. He tried to get in touch with me a few more times. He came by, called. It was a pity that I’d have to start looking for a new partner again. We had such a good thing going, and he ruined it all.
This is the story Emily shared with me. Personally, I could never be in a relationship like that. I could never date a man just for physical intimacy. Maybe I’m just old-fashioned? Or maybe I’m just lucky with my partner? What do you think?
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