sharismom
Posted : 5/8/2007 3:46:36 PM
I was married to someone who was 18 years older than me. It didn't work more because of his alcoholism than his age. I have always been "old", partly because of my mom dying when I was 13. I had a lot of responsibility. Also, I was adopted and my parents were much older, so we were raised the old-fashioned way.
Anyway, I thought as I got older, my ex's age would be less of a disadvantage, but it was more of one. His other children were close to my age and he treated me like he did them. I did not see that at first. Everything always had to be "his way". For example, whenever we went somewhere, the car radio was set to oldies, or worse, tapes of old radio shows (like Lux dinner theater). I was never allowed to put music on that I liked.
The sexual aspect was alright for a while - I wasn't terribly experienced, but was a quick study. Because he didn't respect me in other aspects of our life, it soon bled over into the sex and I grew to dislike it immensely.
Since my divorce I dated a guy who was six years younger - too immature. He was just graduating from college and I swear if I'd heard "my textbook says this" again I was going to scream.
I had a couple of booty-call guys, one a year younger, one 5 years older, that were a lot of fun, but not permanent relationship material.
Then the next boyfriend was 11 years older. Nothing memorable there except he loved to tell everyone about stuff we did in the bedroom. Not that he was worth bragging about at all. Another non-listening alcoholic type.
My current boyfriend and I have dated for 5 years. He is 3 years older than I am and we worked together for about 3 years, so we were already friends. Then I didn't see him for a while after I left that job, but ran into him again and we've dated ever since. I like the fact that we're close in age and interests and are compatible in other areas. It's a good give-and-take relationship.
Frankly, when I look at guys who are 20 - and I live in a college town - I see dorky, inexperienced, immature brats. I just turned 40, have a son who is 18, and his friends are just not my cup of tea.
If a relationship is built on respect and consideration, then age really doesn't matter. My difficulties have not been age as much as personality type (addictive for my co-dependent side to take care of). It's no wonder I do better with dogs.