Accepting that I may have no friends after I finish this blog, I must in the spirit of fairness provide the other side of the story. Actually it was one of my readers (Curly Q) who convinced me to attempt to see the problems from the other side and expose how we got here. I [...]
I’ll just say it, my husband is 8 ½ years younger than me. I would like to be able to say that it doesn’t bother me at all, but then I would be lying. I never dated younger men in my youth.
As you know by now, I was married at 18 to someone who was 7 years older and stayed that way for almost 20 years. When I was separated I did the rounds of post marriage dating but never dated anyone younger. Frankly, because I was always the younger one in the relationship, it never occurred to me.
Marc and I met at work when we were both assigned to a special project. I thought he was wet behind the ears and told him so. I was wrong; he did a great job and continues to remind me of it 15 years later.
He had “eyes” on me much earlier than I realized…