u/TwatWaffleWhitney

I feel like this is a question that needs to settled on a broader scale. Because either someone 18 or older has the ability to choose who they date, in which case the public should leave them alone OR we need to decide on a different age that women are responsible for their choices.

I genuinely don't understand how society touts that women are equal or better than men. Smart and independent, women have the right to do or be anything they want with their life and body.... except if they date a man who's significantly older.

If they date an older man, than that woman is incapable of making her own choices and decision. Obviously that man has beguiled her! She doesn't know what that wicked old man is up to. And he must be a perverted creep! Let's save the poor helpless 23 YEAR OLD GROWN A$$ WOMEN?

It's something I can never wrap my head around. In fairness and honesty, I do side eye when a 18 or 19 year old is dating someone in their 40s but ultimately she's an adult and responsible for her choices. But from 20 onwards I genuinely do not understand why other women don't trust other women to choose who their partner is.

Because if a legal adult woman can't make the right choices about who they date, should they be able to drink, vote, or drive? How long should a woman have her choices monitored so she doesn't get bamboozled? When is she capable or smart enough to be responsible for ALL her decisions?

Is 18 too young for women? Should it be 19, or 25?

Just annoys me to see the double standard of "women are amazing at everything and better than men at everything, but also we can't let women be accountable for some of their choices."

This is serious post. This is isn't an 'aren't we cute' post.

It's not in our immediate future, and I'm a worry wart, but I can't help but think about it. Someday, not as far away as I want, I'll be caring for my husband's last days. I will (and do) treasure every moment. But has anyone here gone through an AGR widowing?

These thoughts have been swirling around my head as I design and plan out our new home. Things like bed height, distance from the bathroom, accessibility in and out of the home, and safety railings in the shower all play in a role in the looming future of "someday."

I will wipe my man's behind with a smile if it means getting one more day with him. However, me taking care of him to that degree would destroy my husband. I'm looking at a 40/60 chance his heart doesn't just give up in 8 to 12 years. And if we beat those odds, his back is closer to 30/70 that he won't be able to move much at all. If that's the case, I know he will not last long either. Even if his body persists, I will lose him.

I'm a real person, in a real AGR, who doesn't regret her choice even a smidge, but she also acknowledges the reality of her choices.

Happily ever after for an AGR means one person in hospice and one person sitting at a bed side remembering a beautiful relationship that's over too soon. A relationship that never could last long enough.