I’ve always been married. First on one woman, then on another. This is probably why I do not understand bachelor investors who are broadcasting to us here about the profitability of a lonely life, the risks of division of property, the unfairness of laws regarding alimony and other whining from immature men.
And maybe somewhere very deeply in my soul I envy, that’s why the babaykin’s blogs are so inflated at 35.
At the moment of reading the next unethical post “December1” I ask myself the question: “Could I single-handedly achieve at least half of what I have now?“
And I answer – “no, I couldn’t because of my lazy nature.” I am a couch analyst, colonel in the army of space dreamers. Reading a book, thinking about the great future of Mankind is much more interesting than pounding nails on a wall or counting a worm state.
And it would be nice that during my dreamy process, life around does not stop, the borscht is cooked, the socks are washed, and the children grow up …
So, fascinated by her vagina, I got married at the age of 23. She was my first girlfriend whom I met while studying at the university. At the hearing at the registry office, she was slightly pregnant. The daughter was born in 2005. The young engineer’s money was sorely lacking to feed the young cell of society. The salary in the region that I received at the peak of the career of a specialist of the 2nd category was = 15,000 rubles / month. And my brain every evening was in search of an answer to the question: “How to feed the Family?”
Being flexible, I found the answer in migration: migrant workers in Seoul are kimchi-labor for Korean technological progress. The salary for the first contact was $ 18,000 per year. The second is $ 18,900 (+ 5%), the third I brought in tough negotiations to the level of $ 30,000 (+ 59%) in year. “Too sudden jump”- my Korean chef was indignant when he signed the contract.
It was the third Korean contract that seriously increased the positive cash flow, which brought the first savings and brought me into the world of investments in 2007.
However, the 2008 bear market had a big impact on my professional characteristics. I could not endure the fall of mutual funds and stocks collected with such hard work. The main work ceased to be enjoyable and we did not even start talking about the fourth Korean contract. I returned to Russia with a patriotic spirit. For some reason, from abroad, it seemed that Russia was rushing forward and developing very quickly. I thought it was more profitable to continue my career here. It was a difficult path, I had to go to the top and invest more actively in order to achieve comparable levels of income. However, the costs here are much less than there.
Once in 2011, when I returned home, I did not find women’s things in the apartment. Femina endured everything! I was very angry and indignant, but at the same time I understood that this was the end of the marriage because this was the third escape, and “God loves the Trinity”.
It only remained to agree on the future. The dopamine rush began to promise me happiness from the outcome of the upcoming negotiations. The most important of course is the division of property. As you read earlier, the ex-wife has already divided all the liabilities. I don’t have much left.
In negotiations, it is important to understand what the other side needs. And I clearly began to see how she was bombed with the desire for future freedom, how she would walk with her friends in the clubs and go into all seriousness like a dragonfly. “Ok,” I thought – “I need to use this”
We went to the court session in a car that I once bought for my beloved woman. She was at a disadvantage at the wheel for negotiating:
– I will not give you a divorce! Never! 😤
– Well, Lesh, please! You are welcome! You are welcome! 🙏🙏🙏
After a pause, I continued thoughtfully:
– In principle, there is one option, if you fulfill one condition …
– WHAT ??? 😥
– I want you to take off your panties in the courthouse and give them to me! 😬
– Well, no, I can’t … what are you?
– Then I will not give a divorce! I will hire the best lawyers and they will drag out this process for ages!
Before the meeting, she ran into the toilet and took off her panties. I signed all the papers. There was a torrential downpour, it seemed the sky itself was crying over the divorce proceedings, and we, like two madmen, walked along the corridors with happy faces, and when we came out we could not hold back our laughter 😂 The fragrant artifact remained in my pocket 😂
Later, going all over the place, going through different options from a gothic student to a MILF knitting my socks, I got kicked in the balls by a random friend who found those panties in my desk drawer. For such rudeness, he kicked her out, but realized that it was impossible to live like this. I got married again in 2012 and my wife made me throw out my old panties.
The second story of a married investor began …