I’ve said it before—I even wrote a chapter on the art of the prenup in one of my other books—but I’ll say it again for anyone about to propose: A prenuptial agreement doesn’t mean that you won’t always love your spouse. It doesn’t mean that you have doubts about the person’s integrity or questions about the relationship. All it means is that you recognize that life, especially the parts involving love and business, can be complicated. People have a right to protect their assets. If you own your own business and you’re facing a difficult divorce without having secured a prenuptial agreement, your negligence could jeopardize the livelihoods of your employees. I know plenty of women who are supporting their husbands, and this advice applies equally to both sexes.
If I hadn’t signed a prenup, I would be writing this book from the perspective of somebody who lost big. We needed a bus to get Ivana’s lawyers to court. It was a disaster, but I had a solid prenup, and it held up.
A friend of mine is married to a woman who stands only five-foot-two, but he’s petrified of what she will do to him in court, all because he didn’t get a prenup. Before he met this woman, he’d had four unsuccessful marriages, yet he told me, Donald, I’m so in love with this woman that I don’t need a prenuptial agreement. I didn’t have the courage to tell him what I was thinking to myself: Loser!
A year later, the marriage was over and he was going through hell. When I saw him, he looked like a frightened puppy.
There’s nothing wrong with common sense. Be like Thoreau and simplify.