Why didn't you get a prenup?

It's been a week since my last conversation with Roy. I call him today & inquire how the dissolution of his third marriage is progressing:

"She's not being very nice about things right now village idiot," is his first response to the inquiry, "All I can say is she's trying to take more than we agreed on."

"Did you have a prenuptial agreement?"

"Nope," is his answer in a somber tone.

Every time he starts complaining about a women taking all his money I think about his first wife. She was beautiful, funny, smart, caring, hard working...it was true love. When she left him all those years ago people weren't sure he'd make it. 

"You told me all you had to do was split the equity in the house with her. Why the fuck didn't you get a prenuptial agreement? How long have you been married to this bitch?"

"Three years," sheepishly adding, "She said it would be a bad look to the start of our marriage because it gave everyone the impression it was all about the money for her."

"I'm sure she loved you for a minute," adding with little sympathy, "She'll love you even more when you have to cut a fat check. Not getting a prenuptial agreement was a foolish move. She must have been a tiger in the sack. I hope it was worth it."

"It wasn't," is his stern reply.

"How much is it going to cost to make this one go away Roy?"

"Seventy five thousand more than we agreed upon. I don't have a choice in the matter is what my attorney is telling me."

It's going to cost him an additional seventy five thousand because he didn't have a prenuptial agreement with his soon to be third ex wife. Hearing this makes me think of his first wife yet again. She could have cared less about his money; or his lineage. All she wanted was a man who would love her & she could love back. Roy's incessant philandering doomed the relationship. 

"It's sounds like you have no choice; you got to pay if you want to be rid of her."

"That's what my attorney is telling me."

"Good thing your pockets are fat Roy."