At 42, I divorced my husband. We had spent over twenty years together and raised two wonderful children, but our feelings had faded over time.
Living with someone who only irritates you is unbearable. So I chose to be alone rather than remain in an unhappy marriage.
Years passed. My daughter has been married for a long time, and my son, though single, lives on his own. Suddenly I realized my life revolved solely around the children and work: where was my place? Didn’t I deserve happiness too?
A year ago, I decided to change things and joined a dating site. That’s where I met Alexei. Our chats started as friendship, but it quickly became clear there was something more between us.
We both knew that at our age time is our most precious asset, and we weren’t going to postpone our happiness.
Alexei proved to be a kind, attentive man; with him I feel young again. Recently he proposed, and I said yes without hesitation. We began planning the ceremony: choosing a cozy restaurant, hiring an entertainer and a photographer. After all, at 65, is there really an age limit for love?
The hardest part was telling the children. I set the table, prepared their favorite dishes, and waited anxiously. But their reaction was far from joyful.
“Mom, are you serious? Getting married at your age?” my daughter exclaimed.
“Really?” added my son. “Maybe he just wants your apartment?”
Alexei’s daughters also received the news with distrust.
But we will not give up on our dream! If our children aren’t ready to accept our union, this wedding will be just for the two of us. After all, age is just a number.
