To sign or not to sign that is the
question.
Imagine the candlelight dinner, the champagne the expensive ring and then the question every girl wants to hear, not.
“Darling would you mind just signing your
rights away please, just in case it does not work out between us?”
A bucket of ice might be kinder than the
man of your dreams uttering those words.
What will you do? Anything, since you love this man, you worship the ground he walks on. He is the father of your children? Or is he? What if there are children? Will you be destitute? It does not bear thinking about.
That night as you lie awake replaying the
most romantic dinner ever had, those few little words come back to haunt you.
No, not the once will you marry, those other ones, those about signing some
document to make sure you will not make a claim on his fortune should the
marriage not work out.
Sure, you had been surprised he raised it
when he did, but you could see his point. He had worked hard to get to where he
was financially. It was what made him attractive, he worked hard, had goals.
Not one of those aimless drifters your girlfriends dated. Not like Jonathan who
could be found down by the beach every day. No, Ken was different. He was, what
was he? For some reason none of the brilliant things you normally think about
him come to mind.
Was he a self centred bastard obsessed with
money? He must be, why else would he want to ensure none of his fortune is lost
at the end of the marriage. And what’s with the prediction of the end of the marriage?
Was he playing around already? Was he not sure? Was he having second thoughts?
It does not matter. Whichever you look at
it now something is missing from the relationship. Could he have brought it up
more tactfully? You know the answer is no.
Perhaps Ken is not the right man after all.
Perhaps there is someone more generous around the corner, someone who will not
mind sharing his or her fortune for better or for worse, for richer or poorer
and for married or separated.
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