When we first started dating, it was hard. He's only 6 years younger than my Dad. My friends warned me against marrying someone so much older than me but I loved his energy (he was 51) and his manners! A perfect gentleman. 

I was 33 when we met. I had my job in a council office, my own car, my own money and a social network. I was young enough to have my own child but hadn't committed to that yet. Mr 64 has two grown children to his ex-wife and had a vasectomy that was now irreversible.  

I moved in with Mr 64 quickly after my sister and I, whom I was living with, had an argument and vowed to hate each other for all time. This was less than 6 months into Mr 64's and my relationship. Before too long, Mr 64 convinced me to leave my job and work for him in his construction business. I was unhappy at work so agreed. That was the start of the decline. 

Mr 64 didn't like most of my friends so one by one, they drifted off and his friends became mine. Granted, they are more ethical than mine ever were.

In 2019 we married after being together for 10 years. To be honest, I think I did it just because I want to be married. 

Its very obvious to me now how much the age difference affects me. Mr 64 doesn't like my 90's music, the occasional f bomb I drop and the fact that I no longer wear skirts at knee level. He relays the same stories about his glory days to the point I've heard them all a million times. Our sex life is horrible! I don't like having sex with an old man. Okay so Mr 64 is fit and about 70 kilo but I just don't like it anymore. Because we work together, live together and do sport together, we're together all the time and its too much!! But, I am trapped. Neither of us have the money to seperate. I don't want to be a divorced woman. I'm past child bearing age. 

My advice to young women thinking of marrying a man over 15 years older than you is to seriously think about it. If you are of child bearing age, really really think. You are from different generations. My husband was born in the 1950's and I was born in the mid 1970's. Totally different era. 

If I had the chance again, I wouldn't marry a man so much older than me. I love my husband a lot but it is enough when I feel trapped and unhappy.