I've always wanted to say THIS: my profession is millionaire's wife

All my girlfriends dreamed of becoming a doctor, actress, kindergarten teacher or café owner. I, by contrast, really only wanted to marry a millionaire and answer the question about my job with: my profession is millionaire's wife. To become the dazzling wife of a somewhat quirky but very rich man. It has so many advantages, because I'd always be the beauty, the one who made it, bathing in money and luxury. Why bother with all the other stress? Glamour, free time and a very healthy lifestyle can't be wrong, can they? My guilty conscience stays within limits, because my profession as a millionaire's wife means I adorn the man at my side just as much. You do need a good dose of self-confidence to see yourself as decorative. But that can absolutely be learned.

Women hate it when I say: my profession is millionaire's wife.

And it is a profession! My profession: millionaire's wife! Every day I watch my fitness, my grooming, my diet, and take care of the image I project to the outside world. Finding a millionaire isn't that hard with a bit of skill. You simply have to hang out at events where successful men can be found. Sales trainings, openings and expensive car dealerships have sometimes turned out to be real goldmines. The man brings the success and the woman brings the beauty. That's a deal that works. Of course you have to accept some compromises in looks, but that's tolerable in any case, he just needs to be well-groomed. Don't worry, in this milieu most of them are. Character is not entirely unimportant, though. Of course, as a millionaire's wife I must never push myself completely into the foreground, the man should always think he has me in his hands. In the end, though, I'm the one pulling the strings. Yes, it's a little sexist, but being a millionaire's wife is my profession.

My profession, millionaire's wife - yes, it really is a job

I like to call myself certified, because I focused on my dream and worked toward it for years. My education is excellent and my appearance is always perfect. If I ever catch a cold, my personal stylists come to me, because no matter what happens, I'm a pro. I smile, I'm in a good mood, well rested and the perfect accessory to my husband. Sometimes he annoys me, and the physical closeness often doesn't suit me either. Still, my profession as a millionaire's wife is preferable to slogging away 160 hours a month. There's no comparison. My life is good, and I worked hard for it. Sometimes I do wish for a bit more love, something real, more freedom and a simple life without the frills. I'd like to be more myself. But every job has its pitfalls, right?