Here I am, two months shy of my 40th birthday, and my husband and I are buying a condo in downtown Austin which feels like a total admission of failure. How can I convince him to hang onto a shred of ambition so we can stay in New York, or even Paris, or convince him to switch professions so I don't have to keep going to these god damn cocktail hours in places better suited to scummy college artists?
If it were up to me, I would be surprise-pregnant with my fifth child now, still collecting child support for my existing four. But he keeps me in such nice jewelry that even if I were serious about leaving him, I would consider a protracted affair first.
It always just shits me half to death when I see places like Dallas, Austin and Charlotte touted on this site as great places to live and work. Yes, maybe if you can't afford Manhattan real estate, but just think of it as a tax for having the best of everything.
What woman wants to be surrounded by huge belt buckles, ugly SUVs and leathery skin as she enters middle age? I'm losing my mind and I no longer trust myself not to become one of them. It's like they say, if you're always hanging out at a barber shop, soon enough you'll get a haircut.
I'm sure there are other women that lurk on this site because their boyfriend or husband leaves it open on his computer. In the course of regular snooping you probably thought it best to create your own separate account. So ladies, feel free to chime in on this and tell me whether or not this lifestyle ACTUALLY suits you or if you're just in it for the money. Because there are other ways to have money.
I saw a post (sorry, it won't let me link since I'm new user) from a young woman whose boyfriend was about to begin a career in finance and she was asking whether she ought to stick it out.
GOOD LORD! NO! RUN FOR THE HILLS, GIRL! If your man can hack New York for a couple decades then maybe you'll get lucky and inherit everything when he dies early, but if not, be prepared to live a life as arm candy in a third-tier New South burgh where your only outlet will be the shooting range.
A soon-to-be-divorced-or-widowed woman born on the Upper East Side but doomed to become a hairsprayed Stepford wife in Hickville