A 38-year-old woman remarried to a man 22 years older than her, hoping for the second half of a peaceful life without financial worries, but is stuck because an unexpected thing happens every night.
On a confiding forum, this woman wrote:
“I am 38 years old, there is no hope for love. A divorced person like me, if I remarry, it is just a matter of finding someone to live with.
I went through a failed marriage. Although my ex-husband and I got married because of love, our marriage did not pass the 7-year mark.
If you can live, you can live, if you can’t live, then break up, do whatever is good for yourself, so we divorced. Sometimes being apart doesn’t mean that you no longer love each other, it’s simply that being together is not comfortable to find a way to escape. Maybe love is different from family love. For family matters, love alone is not enough.
Then I met him, my second husband. He is the leader of a business, the income is considerable, he is very generous to me.
I left home to live with him, taking my son with me when he promised to take care of both of us. He raised the boy really, very cordially. Women like me, with average education, low background, living alone is also quite difficult, fortunately he did not criticize me. However, our coming together makes many people doubt that there is no future. He was 60 years old, much older than me.
Even when people don’t trust our relationship, we still firmly choose to be together. I kept thinking that the age difference really didn’t matter, the most important thing was whether the two’s personalities might get along or not. Furthermore, if a woman like me remarries someone of the same age, and then gives birth once more, it’s exhausting. If I marry someone who is six weeks old, it will be different. He has a lot of money, for the rest of my life I don’t have to worry regarding food anymore.
My second husband can obviously give me everything I want. But what I did not expect is that even though he is 60 years old, his health is still too good. He exercises every day, and every night he throws me on the bed in our marital life. You can say that’s what marriage should be, but the frequency is so intense that I can’t stand it.
I tried to talk to my husband, asking if he might stop torturing me in the middle of the night. I still wanted to rest but he didn’t listen, and said that this is what husband and wife should do, and that I am a wife, I have to pamper my husband.
I used to hope for the rest of my life to be filled with happiness, but now I am suffering in a different way that I don’t know who to tell. Maybe I’ll get a second divorce, but if I continue this life, I don’t know if I can bear to wait until the day he gets weaker or not.”