I Married a Wealthy and Successful Millionaire

I married a millionaire

When I was a little girl I used to dream about meeting a beautiful rich prince who would save me from misery and protect me. I believed in happily ever after.

At the age of 18 I moved to NYC and met a young good-looking man. He had just started a business & I joined him. After one year the money started to flood in. My boyfriend & I became multi millionaires. He started to smoke cigars, buy expensive cars and receive millionaire magazines. He bought clothes from Louis Vuitton and he simple became a jerk.

I told him go sod off and moved. He had gone through a personality change.

5 years after our relationship had ended I met a new man. He was 2 years younger then I. I loved him. After 2 years I broke up with him. He was immature, irresponsible and I had to pay for everything. I bought him clothes, food, expensive trips. After I finished with him I met another man who ripped me of. He stole a lot of money from me and expected me to pay for everything simply because I was rich. I was an intelligent, kind, beautiful but very naïve woman. I decided that love doesn’t exist. I decided to find my self a millionaire. Someone just like me, that I could marry & have children with. Screw love. Most men leave their wives when they’re too young anyway. It would surely happen to me too. Why would I be an exception? I started to go on millionaire speed dating in Brazil and joined a dating site for wealthy and successful people. I almost gave up when I suddenly found a message from an attractive man in my inbox. He said he had found me interested and attractive. We started to write to each other & speak on the phone. One date he asked me if I would want to visit him in NYC. I really love NYC and had always wanted to return to NY. I said yes. After one week I arrived at the airport in NY. He picked me up in his limo. I knew when I decided to go to NY it might be a bad decision, but when I saw him & his attitude I knew it was a bad decision. He was 10 years older then my. In reality 15 years older then me. It looked like he suffered from a middle life crisis. He had cufflinks & socks with skulls & a white suite and too much gel in his hair.  Prayed to god to help me. In the limo he opened champagne and told me I was beautiful. Then he started to smoke weed and that’s when I almost fainted.

The next morning after my arrival I told him I wanted to go home or to go live with friends I had in NY. I told him I didn’t like his attitude.

We argued and discussed, because he felt ashamed and embarrassed I wanted to leave him so soon. We had not had much time to talk. I told him the drugs speak for it. He was crazy. But I had to admit I was still curious about this man. Now when I had established that don’t want to date him and that I will leave I asked him if we could go for lunch and just talk like friends I don’t like harsh endings. He agreed. When he came to pick me up he looked very different, more relaxed, and much friendlier. Not like a mafia boss anymore.

After one week I was leaving. We were both crying. I didn’t want to leave him. He had changed me. I was happy. I used to be very strict while he was more artistic. He made me feel free, and we had so much fun together. He wasn’t a shallow weird crazy person after all. He had just been unsecure. Today we are married and I’m waiting my first child.

Millionaire dating is not a horrible thing. I don’t like men to take advantage over me just because I’m successful & my husband and I are both very similar when it comes to values, education, choice of life and lifestyle. I don’t think I could find a partner as easy on other dating sites.

(Story from an interview with an ex jetsetter)