Marie Douglas-David. Countess. New York socialite. Brutalized victim of a unsuitable marriage.
Just can't get along on $53,000 a week. A 43 million-dollar divorce settlement is just not enough to survive on.
Sound unreasonable? Come on now, let's be fair... Her lawyer has listed her weekly expenses:
-1)Mortgage and maintenance fees and rent for the Park Avenue penthouse, the Hamptons retreat and properties in Sweden account for $27,300 a week.
-2) Travel $8,000 a week.
-3) Clothing $4,500 a week.
-4) Personal assistant $2,209 a week.
-5) Horse care $1,570 a week.
-6) Domestic help $1,480 a week.
-7) Entertainment and restaurants $1,500 a week.
-8) Health and skin care $1,000 a week.
-9) Dry cleaning $650 a week.
-10)Flowers $600 a week.
-11)Trainer $250 a week.
What's so unreasonable about that?
Take No. 11 for example... $250/week for her, um, trainer. That's really cheap. They cost much more than that on Hawaii's sandy beaches... just for a hour.
How about No. 4? Her, um, "personal assistant" that makes $114,868 a year! Whatever for?
Or how about No.2? $8,000/wk for travel? No wonder her husband wants a divorce... she's never home!
Take a closer look at that photo. Countess or not, would you pay $53,000 a week to keep her in the lap of luxury?
She married her husband seven years ago. He had already made his fortune. When they married, he was sixty, she was 30. He was fabulously rich, she was poor. However, she married him for love. You betcha.
Now - at 37 - she wants(the numbers just changed) $130,000/month alimony and a one-hundred-million dollar divorce settlement. She found her mark by 30 and wants to cash in while she's still young and havable.
Give me that $53,000/week for sixty days. First and foremost, our mortgage will be paid off. My wife will have her new whatever car she wants. I'll have my new pickup truck. We'll have that six-foot fence around the yard to keep the neighbor dogs from crapping on our lawn. We'll have new living room furniture. I can start wearing Docker and Hagar slacks instead of Wal-Mart jeans. I might even buy a pair of real leather shoes.
But.. it's all OK... We'll continue scraping along on our generous income of $1,600/month, because the countess's horse ($1,570/wk) needs proper care.
Hey, we all gotta sacrifice for the greater good... right?
PS:
I turned 70 Sunday. Congratulate me on surviving seventy years of this sort of assinity and not throttling anybody.
2 comments:
You really don't want to get me started on femiNAZI gold-diggers:
He produced everything, she produced nothing, and continues to do so, but in the interest of being "fair" and "equal", some "liberated" lesbian in a judge's robe will probably give that cunt everything and more on a silver platter.
And people wonder why I'm still not married at 43!
He should hire a hit-man while he can still afford it.
BTW, congrats on seven decades of avoiding such a "toxic wife" as Vox calls them.
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