Growing Old with Dignity
Some days it seems like a very short trip between doing on line searches for hen nights and Alzheimer’s disease care. I think I will be young forever, but I watch my parents ageing and I know that I am ageing as well. It isn’t something that people think about when they are choosing a partner. We should really consider if we are marrying somebody who really will love us when they are old and wrinkled, not somebody who is going to trade you in for a newer model when you begin to show signs of wear and tear. Its a bit sad, but it is all over the media. Men who are going through a mid life crisis, and leave the mother of their children for somebody half their age. What is it that causes people to do this? Fear of their own mortality no doubt. What is it that causes that compels the young women to go for the older wrinkled guys? I remember dating an older man when I was just twenty, and I loved the fancy dinners out when I was completely skint and struggling on a post university budget. It didn’t really last long, as I am not exactly trophy material, but the wine was nice, and I think about him every time I go past the cute little bistro where he took me and that I can never even hope of affording. Life delivers so much, not all of it very pretty. We can love the unloved and embrace the knowledge of ’good and evil'or we can live in denial.
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