The Law
I divorced my ex-wife on bad terms, and it cost me a lot of money and energy to fight for the right to see my children more than four days a month. I will never again sign a paper that gives the state the right to interfere in my private life and restrict my rights.
Broken
I thought my husband married me because he loved me as I am, but no. As soon as we got married, he wanted to change everything about me. He told me to wear stronger makeup, grow my hair long, dress sexier, wear high heels everywhere. Not to ride a motorcycle because it's dangerous, not to go to the drama club because it's nonsense. Not to spend so much time with my girlfriends because they are silly, not to visit my parents because it's childish, not to go to the cottage because it's pointless. He thought he could shape me to his liking, but I didn't like it and I will never give anyone the chance to "remodel" me again.
Financials
I was married for 15 years, half of which was unhappy. I didn't want to divorce because I started my company when we got together, and it became very successful in the meantime. My wife never had to work a single day while I paid for the luxury life. We had no children, a housekeeper, we ordered food every day or ate at restaurants, she didn't have to do anything, yet she took half of everything. After the divorce, my company almost collapsed; I had to bring it back from the grave with tremendous work. It was a lesson worth more than a hundred million for me never to marry again.
Misconception
My husband thought that once we had the paper and the wedding, he didn't have to do anything anymore. He didn't have to surprise me with anything, didn't have to compliment me, didn't have to take me out to dinner. He didn't have to show me any attention or tenderness; after all, he married me, what more could I want?!
Prison
There is a saying that marriage is a prison where your cellmate doesn't want to have sex with you. As a man, I have to agree with this. The woman I married was not the woman I divorced. The passionate wildcat I had been with for three years disappeared as soon as we came back from the honeymoon. I'm not joking; from then on, she was only willing to sleep with me if she got something in return. I realized she never loved me.
Decoration
I felt like the luckiest woman in the world, but it quickly became clear that the two years we spent together before the wedding were just a PR period on my husband's part. He swept me off my feet and ensnared me, then once I was officially his, he never paid attention to me again. He just wanted a decorative object beside him to show off to his business partners and to tick the box of a beautiful wife alongside a nice apartment and a nice car. It was such a disappointment that it put me off the "sanctity" of marriage for life.
Grumbling
The woman I married was a hardworking, lovely bombshell who—once the ink dried on the marriage certificate—underwent such a metamorphosis that I couldn't believe my eyes. I only mention in passing that she gained thirty kilos in the first year and a half—because that didn't bother me and I still loved her figure—but she also became sloppy. The eyelash extensions and nail appointments stopped—that didn't bother me much either—but she stopped wearing makeup, stopped washing her hair, and I only saw her in stretched-out sweatpants. She had no desire to go anywhere, only watched reality shows on TV. She quit her job and had no intention of working anymore.
I realized that this woman was just playing a role and wearing a mask until she found a sucker to support her. At the divorce, she turned into a raging witch and really didn't want to let go of the "provider."
Control
My ex-husband thought that by marrying me, he had the right to exercise total control over my life. He could tell me what to wear, what and how much to eat, where, when, and with whom I could go, etc. The last people I allowed to interfere in my life were my parents, and apart from my boss, no one can order me around, so thank you, but I don't want any more of that.
Never Enough
No matter what I did, it was never enough for my wife. I always had to take her on vacation to a better place, buy more expensive gifts (clothes and jewelry), always a better car and a bigger house were needed. If I fixed the dripping faucet, she complained that the parquet creaked. When that was done, she wanted to renovate the bathroom. When that was done, she wanted to rebuild something. I felt like no matter how much I broke, it would never be enough for her, so I left the marriage and do not plan to marry anyone again.
The Paper
I won't marry again because I had two husbands, and as soon as the wedding was over, both "let themselves go." They say women usually do this, but my two cases are living proof that men do it too. The once six-pack guy got fat, and sex for him was so brief that he rolled off me after two minutes; the other I hardly ever saw because he rarely came home. I will never let myself be fooled again.
