It’s hard to love someone who is much older than yourself.
It is hard to love a man who has grown daughters closer to your own age than he is to yours.
I fell in love with someone 24 years my senior, and when we were together, they were the happiest moments of my life. Every moment felt precious, every minute. Just being able to hold his hand or feel him squeeze mine was feeling as if I were whole.
Some friends have said it’s time to move on. It has been over 5 months since he broke up with me. He had other things in his life to figure out.
But we still see each other occasionally. My feelings are still as strong now as they were then.
I wanted to spend more time with him today after seeing The Glass Menagerie with him, but he planned dinner with his daughters.
He will be an empty nester soon, and he is enjoying all the time he has left with them. Who can resent that? It breaks my heart, but not because he won’t have dinner with me; it breaks my heart because I will never know that: I will never be a parent. I will never have a daughter.