Age Gaps

My aunty is married to a man eighteen years her junior. My brother has just got engaged to a woman fifteen years his senior. Age gaps in relationships are not unusual anymore, and more accepted by society than ever before. They can also be successful, happy and healthy.

The latest man to make efforts towards being in my life is seven years my junior.

It freaks me out!

Now don’t get me wrong… I’m really rather flattered. As I approach the last year of being “in my twenties”, scurry towards being a divorcee, and raise my child, I am aware that I am what could be referred to as “grown up”. When I was twenty one I was NOT a grown up. I had a smooth, stretch mark free, perky body and significantly less baggage. Not no baggage, but less. Surely a boy of just twenty one would be more satisfied by a girl of twenty one? Or at least a girl who isn’t married and mothering.

Yet, he’s pretty certain he wants to go there. With me. Indeed he is putting a relative amount of energy into convincing me that he’s “old enough for anything”.

Part of me thinks “bless, what a sweet boy”. Part of me thinks “holy crap, have you seen the ass on that sweet boy??”

Oh good grief. Being sensible and grown up really is rather hard sometimes.

Self restraint dammit woman!

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About J.J. Barnes

Author of The Lilly Prospero Series Writer and Podcaster at www.SirenStories.co.uk Blogger at Rose And Mum And More Contributor to The Huffington Post
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