I concluded that I was skilled, however poorly, at only one thing: marriage. And so I set about the business of selling myself and two children to some unsuspecting man who might think me a desirable second-hand mate, a man of good means and disposition willing to support another man's children in some semblance of the style to which they were accustomed. My heart was not in the chase, but I was tired and there was no alternative. I could not afford freedom.
Barbara Howar (b. 1934), U.S. socialite and author. Laughing all the Way, ch. 12 (1973).
The former North Carolina debutante and current Washington socialite was describing the dilemma she faced when she decided to divorce her rich husband and raise her children, aged three and six, alone.