“I, Hubert, do take thee, Naomi, to my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, till death us do part”. Hang on a moment, who wrote this script? After all, 40% of all first marriages end in divorce, and this bit about ‘for richer for poorer’, I mean, let’s get real!
Very recently, the House of Lords rode to the rescue of two distressed damsels, who, well before their sell by date, were divorcing their wealthy husbands and wanted a large slice of the cake. They got it, and how! And needless to say, we’re all sitting on the edge of our seats waiting for the High Court [Family Division] to hand down its judgment in the Paul McCartney case.
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not going into MCP mode, and their lordships’ judgment applies equally to both sexes, but by the nature of things, even in these egalitarian times, man is still more likely to be the hunter and provider, and woman the mother and homemaker.
What irked these husbands, and one in particular who had survived a mere three years of wedded bliss, was the court’s insistence on the equal division of wealth, regardless of fault, regardless of the length of the marriage, and regardless of the assets brought into the marriage by the respective spouses.
So for those of conspicuous wealth who are thinking of taking the plunge, and possibly teetering on the brink, it’s time to give serious consideration to a prenuptial agreement. They’re very popular in the States, known as Bimbo Blockers, you know what I mean, where the octogenarian billionaire expires on his wedding night, no doubt with a smile on his face, and the grieving 20 year old Bimbo scoops the pot!
Whilst prenups, and for that matter pre-cohabs, are not yet legally binding here, they do at least give an indication of the parties’ intentions. Expending a small portion of that conspicuous wealth on the services of a good lawyer can save endless heartaches and bitter recriminations when, perish the thought, love and reason fly out the window.
Postscript. When I wrote this article last year, little did I know that the Court of Appeal would use it to such dramatic effect in giving Susan Crossley [aka Mrs. Kwit Fit/Lilley/Sangster] such a well deserved verbal spanking. Known affectionately in the popular press as the serial divorcée, throughout her four marriages she set her sights on climbing the stairway to Heaven on the back of her four wealthy husbands, and all for an alluring smile and the promise of a torrid tumble on the nuptial couch! But aren’t men strange! Even though Mr. Crossley has escaped her honey trap, with her track record, what on earth possessed him to say “I do” in the first place?