Recently I read a short story by Roald Dahl titled "Mrs. Bixby and the Colonel's Coat"(Published 1960). If you want to read the full story you can read it here:http://www.google.co.in/url?q=http://www.eoilleida.org/fotos/recomanacions/Mrs_Bixby_and_the_Colonel__s_Coat.doc&sa=U&ved=0ahUKEwiP0ZyvnY7PAhUK5WMKHTsoCRwQFggLMAA&usg=AFQjCNH22fEEtBi6po5sZFGS2ACFVOQmUw

Anyways I still think I'll post the first 2 paragraphs:

AMERICA IS THE LAND of opportunities for women. Already they own about eighty-five percent of the wealth of the nation. Soon they will have it all. Divorce has become a lucrative process, simple to arrange and easy to forget; and ambitious females can repeat it as often as they please and parlay their winnings to astronomical figures. The husband's death also brings satisfactory rewards and some ladies prefer to rely upon this method They know that the waiting period will not be unduly protracted for overwork and hypertension are bound to get the poor devil before long, and he will die at his desk with a bottle of benzedrines in one hand and a packet of tranquillisers in the other.

Succeeding generations of youthful American males are not deterred in the slightest by this terrifying pattern of divorce and death. The higher the divorce rate climbs, the more eager they become. Young men marry like mice, almost before they have reached the age of puberty, and a large proportion of them have at least two exwives on the payroll by the time they are thirtysix years old. To support these ladies in the manner to which they are accustomed, the men must work like slaves, which is of course precisely what they are. But now at last, as they approach their premature middle age, a sense of disillusionment and fear begins to creep slowly into their hearts, and in the evenings they take to huddling together in little groups, in clubs and bars, drinking their whiskies and swallowing their pills, and trying to comfort one another with stories.