I love my wife who is 15 years older than I and she came as a package with two children. A boy who was nearly three and a girl who was eleven. Even she didn’t understand why I would want her as she thought that she came with a lot of baggage. She asked me “How is this going to work? I’m so much older than you?”
“It’s just maths. I’m 23 and you’re 38. So when I’m 50 you’ll be 65 and so on.”
She countered,” I’m too old to give you any children.”
“What’s wrong with the two that we have?”
“Let me get this straight. You are going to raise another man’s children?”
I countered,” No. I love you and they are a part of you, so how could I not love them?”
That was 32 years ago. The children are grown. I’m 55 and she is now 70. She is the love of my life and I hers. Our son is now 35 and a GP and our daughter is almost 43 and makes six figures working in Finance. They call me dad and their birth father by his first name.
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