Gregory was 34 years old when I was born.
News flash! I'm in a May-December romance. We will be married for 4 years this coming Christmas and this love has completely swept me off of my feet.
Naturally, I've received all the hate & jealousy one can possibly experience for being in a "different" kind of a relationship. Haters gonna hate. Potatoes gonna potate. Cool. Now it's just funny. The worse thing than being talked about is NOT being talked about, as the great Oscar Wilde said.
So why all the bad press on May-December romances? Is it because the horn dogs need their trophy wives and the cougars needs their Ken dolls? Not exactly. Has it ever occurred to people that love knows no age? Funny thing is, I am an old soul while Gregory is a young soul. He can party on through the night whereas I'm climbing into bed at 9 pm like the cool grandma that I am. As my dear friend Jana said to me once, "You are the ground control to his Major Tom." (did that come out funny? Oh well, you get the point.) Our lifestyle values and achievement goals are completely aligned and I've never laughed so hard in my life with anyone else but him. The chemistry is major kabumba up the wazoo and the communication flows like wine. I've learned so much from him and vice versa. Also our sense of humor is exactly the same, and as dark as you can get haha!
Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remind myself it is not a dream, this is the magical life and man I've created. He is everything I wrote out and MORE. We should all be so stunned by our innate power.
This is a brief shout out to all my female friends (guys too!) for fighting for your love (age gap or not). Cheers to you for not letting silly statistics and the noise get to you. I love Love. Everyone deserves the most crazy, mad, transcendent love. So please mind the gap.
Love
Cherie
