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I am 33 and my wife is 46. I actually met my wife through her daughter who is 26. We both needed an apartment and my friend said her mother was cool and we would probably get along. We got an apartment that was big enough so we wouldn't have to be around each other if we didn't want to, but, we stayed up all the time just talking to each other. We weren't dating anybody special at the time and eventually our feelings changed toward each other. We both put off talking about it for a long time until we talked through our feelings and what we wanted from each other. That was the key. We both knew what we wanted and walked into it with our eyes open. That was 6 1/2 years ago and it wasn't easy. My family hated her and didn't bother to try and be polite. Eventually, they started turning the corner. I can't imagine my life without her, I say go for it, but know what you want before it starts and don't deviate from that.
By the way I used to work with a really old lady who preached the benefits of an older woman almost daily:
"We don't yell, We don't tell and we're grateful as Hell"
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Just me and God, watching Scotty die..
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