Fareal claims to have been a lawyer (I assume before the marriage.)
I used to divorce people. Professionally, I mean, I was their lawyer.
Fareal married solely for financial security for her future children. She doesn't just want good enough. She wants the absolute best there ever was
I wanted to have children and I could not afford all the opportunities I wanted for them on my sole income. We would have been comfortable but I didn’t want comfortable for my children, I wanted the absolute statmax of privilege I could get for them.
So, fertilised eggs and money to buy the kids expensive private educations and other privileges.
That’s it. That’s what I was looking for. I also had some non negotiable requirements about being white and Catholic and speaking English as a first language and a UK or Irish national. I was not prepared to have mixed race children and a foreigner can abduct them abroad to their country of origin, which is too high a risk for me.
It was also important that he not be some sub-130 IQ retard in case the kids got their intelligence from him, because I wouldn’t have liked them if they were stupid. This was more important than him being good looking, I rolled the dice on that one as I am highly conventionally attractive and figured his genes were as weak as his chin. It paid off and luckily they are particularly lovely looking kids. They are also thankfully much smarter than him.
As long as he keeps earning the money and spending it on the children, I will continue to pretend I have any positive emotion for him and will continue my performative tradwife LARP bullshit. The second the youngest kid goes to university, that fucker will never set eyes on me again. Deal’s off. Bangmaid retirement incoming.
2. Naturally there is no love between the two and shit literally and figuratively hits the fan.
]Nah, no worries, turns out he liked the idea of kids but is too weak to be much of a dad for whining about everything all the time for attention like a faggot. So they don't like him. I expected him to be a decent dad but he is like a deeply unpleasant teenager, so obviously now I have lost any respect for him and think he is a faggot too. But I have to put a face on it. Honestly he behaves like a drunken woman or an internet tranny, it is shameful. You can't seriously tell a five year old that you "need their emotional support" as an adult male. That's weak AF.
I have tried to give them a positive impression of him, but that can't be overcome when they see him slumped with his hand down his trousers doomscrolling every evening and whining that his boss is mean and his feelings are sore, instead of spending time with them like they ask. They love my dad though, so he does all the dad shit like teach them to ride their bikes etc. Never mind, like my dad says, it's not forever.
“Pick a good man, a worthy man” the moids say. “A man willing to provide”. Then you say you picked according to those criteria and you are ‘a psychopath’.
”Women don’t make rational choices about men, women should make rational choices about men,” well, that’s what a rational choice about men looks like.
That’s how a “nice guy“ gets picked. Moids want to know “what women really want”, well, the truth is, most of us want financial and social advantages for our kids. If you’d rather die alone than be a “beta bucks”, that option is also available. But the overwhelming majority of men who married only married because a woman needed to be provided for. This is why divorce rates blossomed when women had greater access to the workplace.
Beta bucks is how unexceptional men get female partnership. You don’t have to like it, and if you don’t like it, you can stay single. But in terms of ‘what must a man bring to the table’, a big fucking paycheck will compensate for nearly all faults in the long run. Those school ski trips are not going to get paid with “love“ and “acceptance“ and “emotional support”. I need cold hard cash to pay for those.
Moids want women to act rationally until women do act rationally and in their own interests, at which point that was not what was wanted at all.
Never divorced and never will, which would genuinely be easier on the kids than having to stick around with emotional dead weight who has trouble keeping things both in and out of his pants. Hey, she's the divorce lawyer, though. So I guess she knows best.
No. Long term outcomes for children of divorce are worse. Ask
@Ser Prize .
I have four fucking degrees including a Ph.D, I have plenty of fucking education but sadly this limp faggot will always have the power to massively outearn me because doctors make lulzy money here even if they are bad at it.. The kids have nil respect for him but they have much better role modelling elsewhere in the family.
@melty ain't that the truth but I never liked boys anyway
So, recap. We've currently got:
- a money faucet father with absolutely zero enticing qualities beyond that. he needs to be persuaded to take basic care of himself.
- a mother who is willing to grin and bare it because that money is supposedly going towards the benefit of the children.
- kids who have absolutely zero respect for their father. who shit on the bathroom floor i cannot emphasize this enough.
I feel like the stress caused by having just a clusterfuck of a father and a miserable mother neutralize any of the benefits of that fresh pressed linens lifestyle. Single parents manage to house, clothe, and feed their children all the time but shieeeet what do I know
Here is a day in the life of Fareal.
Today I woke up at 5.30am after two hours' sleep to listen to a chronically anxious man's work problems. When he was eventually persuaded to shower, brush teeth, handed clothing etc. the children had appeared. A round of meals was produced for them.
Turns out one dog touched a little too much grass yesterday and ate it, so entire floor of dogs' room had to be scraped, powerwashed, bleached, powerwashed, dried. Dog beds powerwashed, bleached, powerwashed. Dogs shampooed and hosed off into the bargain.
Laundry. The laundry never ends. I am not even quite sure where it is all coming from at this point. I am sure I washed some of this shit only yesterday.
Scout troop organising business.
Morning snacks.
Teddy bear weekly wash round.
Literacy and numeracy homeschooling work, since the school blows and they have to have home education as well.
Fucking cleaning the fucking bathrooms. At least the dogs have the decency to generally shit outside rather than on the floor. No, the children are not responsible for that.
Clean kitchens, living room, drawing room. Change beds.
Round of lunches to be prepared. "It was pasta yesterdayyyy" yes and it's pasta today because dinner comes with potatoes.
More numeracy. Minecraft multiplayer bullshit for an hour as it is alleged I "promised". Doubt it but I'm not a welcher.
Early dinner prep. FYI due to dietary restrictions I can't eat any of the meals I have prepared today, and I am currently on a fourth can of Coke Zero and six cold and flu capsules.
Bedlinen is on. More Scout troop org business since some clown decided fathers' camp should happen this year. Obviously the fathers planning to attend have done zero org for it but in the interests of the children having clothes and food, I'll handle it.
About to do dinner prep and into oven. Then bedlinen laundry, once again around kitchen, answer husband's work emails, rewrite his paper for conference. Then listen to maybe three hours of man work problems. Then sexual services.
Then hopefully fucking sleep and get up tomorrow to same bullshit but added church services.
You know, when I went to work, they paid me. And I also got to leave. I also had a nice secretary who made me tea.
Why is she answering his work emails? She's now doing her whole part of the deal and also some of
his!
Also.. sexual services? Eugh. Poor woman. Is it worth it? Is it really worth it? I want her to ask her children in 10-15 years if it was all worth it for something (colleg) that most people with less blessed bank accounts seem to manage with or without.
