“It’s the one thing in our relationship I can’t get past.”
My partner is a year and a half younger than me. AND I’m a woman. There. I said it.
And even though I’ve tried to tell myself over and over that being with a guy that’s younger than me doesn’t bother me, I always feel like everyone is secretly judging me when the whole age discussion is brought up.
I feel like a cradle snatcher. Like I’m dating in a pool that I shouldn’t be in. And it’s a realisation I only came to a few months ago, when a friend asked me the question that made me have my personal epiphany.
“So how old is he?” my friend asked. I instantly said 35. I aged my partner by six years in the space of a few seconds. Like word vomit, I didn’t even think twice about it. And the thing is, I didn’t even realise I had a problem with his age until the lie came flying out of my mouth.
In reality I’m 31, he’s 29 at the moment. We’re in that weird in-between gap where he’s just about to turn 30 and I’ve recently turned 31.
When we first started seeing each other, it never came up in discussion and he looks much older than what he actually is. I just assumed he was older than me and it wasn’t until we were well into seeing each other that I found out it wasn’t true.