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    612-822-4611

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For Richer, for Poorer: How My Life Was Shattered by a Personal Ad

For Richer, for Poorer: How My Life Was Shattered by a Personal Ad

Sayles, Sue A.

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ISBN10: 1477697012
ISBN13: 9781477697016
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Aug 1 2012
Pages: 296
Weight: 0.88
Height: 0.62 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Dealing with being alone for twenty-three years of marriage, establishing my own successful business in a world still dominated by men, I thought I had found the right man. His style though loving and often exciting was also overbearing and controlling. This book tells it like it was-my nightmare marriage to a Marin County millionaire. It is written from my diary and my point of view with my interpretations, attitudes, opinions and brutal honesty. Many days I could only scratch a few pages. At times it felt like I was talking about some one else-not me. I would become depressed and start reliving the bizarre horror all over again. Somehow I found an inner strength that kept me pushing forward. I felt this deep need to tell my story in its entirety, in hopes that it might help other women to get the courage to leave an unhealthy marriage and not keep hoping, as I did, for it to get better. IT WON'T GET BETTER! I learned early to be a people pleaser and not a quitter. Later, working in the service industry made me even more so and taught me to repress my feelings. The customer is always right. I thought I could change things in my working environment and my marriage and make them better. I am a very loyal person, even to friends and family who have hurt me. I try to act as if painful events never occurred, thus repressing my feelings, so I could forget my pain. Writing them down, seemed to help file them away. A burning desire inside me to make things work drove me to stick things out no mater how hopeless they seemed to be. I have definitely learned that wealth isn't everything. That is why I am writing such an in-depth story about the intentional emotional affliction produced by my ex-husband. Once I was settled in my own little nest, it didn't take me long to have a flashback to that awful condo I was once caged in. It was then that I realized I was luckier by far being alone than being at a maniac millionaire's mercy!

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