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The Trophy Wife





In times gone by the definition of a trophy wife was that of a young, attractive woman married to an older, more powerful man. His role in the relationship is to be her sugar daddy and provide her with power and material wealth. In several circles this definition still stands but in majority of circles it as simply become a man just parading a very attractive woman on his arms. Her main attribution is that of her looks and every other quality is down played. The scary part of all of this is that an increasing amount of women are going after such titles, they are quite comfortable with just being with a man for her looks and nothing more.

Perhaps you aren't looking at it from this angle but when you get a trophy you are very excited about it for a while you put it on the highest pedestal you dust it down and you try your best to keep is safe. After a couple days or months you walk by it and you don't even remember to wipe it down. The excitement is now a thing of the past its glory has worn out. Then why would a woman want to compare herself to such a thing? The very same is done when a woman finds herself in a relationship where she is nothing but a trophy. Her partner shows her off for awhile he spoils her and is captivated by her but then he gets tired of her and puts her aside ands looks for a new shiny trophy.

I see young ladies on the internet bragging about being a trophy wife but you don't haven't even fully thought about what you are bragging about. Good men are looking for substance not just someone to parade with. As the eyes goes by he will want to still have that substance beside him and not just a trophy that will just stand there and look at him.

I implore young ladies today to strive to be a woman of substance and not just a woman who is beautiful and as a beautiful body. Ensure that you have something to provide for yourself when you are taken off the shelf and placed in a box and placed in the storage area.

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