This year, my husband, who will move up into his forties, will officially be married to a girl still in her twenties. Actually, we’re just over ten years apart but it so happens that there are three little months between his fortieth birthday and my thirtieth.
Considering the fact that he teases me mercilessly about my abundance of gray hair, I think it’s about time I get to talk up my great youth.
Let me explain: when he gets home from work and you’ve either been working too, or completely forgotten what time it is—he won’t say anything stupid.
And by that, I don’t mean “you won’t ever have financial trouble,” rather, when you do have issues, he’ll probably be stable enough from maturity and that he won’t freak out.Chances are he’s lived on his own for quite some time.The whole, “Well, my mom used to…” has pretty much faded into a distant childhood memory.I was planning to go and hitch round France with my girlfriend, carrying a small two man tent and camping. There were times I would find excuses to have to pass her in between rows of desks so I could catch a touch of her lovely as...However between planning and going her parents found out about our plans (she had told them... I want to write a story with a youth and an older woman.