Like Snezana Markoski and Alex Nation, last night Bachelorette contestant Stu Laundy, separated father of four, joined the ranks of parent participants whose “grown up” status has proven irresistible to someone who’s ready for a family.
I get it. I was twenty-five when I married a ‘DILF’. Which is also why I get how now, as a divorced mum, younger guys find that attractive. (I won’t call myself a ‘MILF’ – even though it’s in the title of my sex tape. But I’ll get to that in the *FUN PART* below.)
In my youth, I was never interested in guys my own age. They didn’t seem to be grown-ups with direction. I was waaaay too mature for that. I knew what I wanted. I was nineteen when I met my ex-husband, who was twenty-one years older than me, and already a father of two. I liked that he was sensible, established and stable. He loved his kids and took care of them – which of course, is attractive to most women.
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Basically, he was a DILF – and that was a major drawcard.
We were happy for a decade (before we started hating each other). I learnt a lot about love, family, and parenting. I was going to parent-teacher interviews at 22. Dealing with bitchy school mums, and doing readers at night. Organising weekends on and off, joint Christmas dinners, and school holidays. I loved doing it, and made a big deal of it, because I wanted the exes to know I was looking after their kids when they were with us – no wonder those women were usually annoyed with me.
I was so young, and out of my depth, so I’m sure I was a terrible step-mum – but I tried, and I learned a lot. And only one of those kids hates me now, so I guess I did have a fifty percent success rate.
Watching the kids grow up, I learnt a very key thing about parenting: nothing stays the same. Don’t get complacent, or anxious, about the child in front of you, because they will be a different person one day.
That’s reassuring, and terrifying – and something I remember with my own kid, constantly.
After thirteen years (almost my entire adult life to that point) or so being together/married, we divorced, because, you know, that happens. So, there I was, early thirties, a mum to my very own fattie cutie toddler, and single. There’s no sugar-coating it; it was a much simpler life.
I’m not saying this is what it would be like being married to all DILFs – but in my experience, with the choices I made, it was intense. Not having my own children, I had the capacity to give to the situation. I loved it, but it had been hard work. And very complicated.
So, the right decision for me, and for my son, was to not risk getting involved with a man with kids until I took some breathing space.