This loaded married guy in his late thirties convinced me to date him. There’s nothing he didn’t say or do. After a long while of pushing back, I finally gave in. And no, I’m not proud. He was right about one thing though. He used to say side chic does not fit me, cause I’m self-sufficient, independent, and give off the daddy’s girl, rich kid vibe. He then actually brought up the idea of marrying me as his second wife which I vehemently rejected. He knelt, begged and kissed my feet numerous times for me to accept and said his dad is cool with the idea cause he’s from a poly home. Only for his wife to find out due to his carelessness and threatened to off herself. I literally couldn’t stand the whole thing. Relationship scattered in barely two months cause it was getting too chaotic. I’m certainly not made for that life. Never again.