I am married to an old man.
Today is a monumental birthday for my husband, one which should be celebrated as:
“Wow, you old bastard, you made it over another hill.”
He’s lived two years beyond the’ age of tragedy’ of his own father. Though he has more than two decades to actually outlive what his dad became, it is my prayer that these years will be filled with the cognition of a wonderful life.
How old is my husband? I can’t say because to state the number reveals how old I am.
Poor guy he’s married to an older woman.