I gotta let it go.
And I have.
Though it happened again, testing me, I suppose.
We often think 15 years is much older than we are and an eternity from where we stand,
and 15 years younger is what we think we are.
A younger woman, though, not really, thought I was 75 years old and was shocked that Yann could be married to me, “No way, he cannot be your husband.. his far too young.”
I asked, “You probably think he married me for money?”
Without batting an eye, she jumped in with a yes.
…
Then she unabashedly continued to flirt with Yann.
Maybe finally, at 65, I can write about it, claim it, and stand comfortably in the skin I was given.
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