When I first met him our ages never crossed my mind.I remember guessing his age at around thirty but never asked.
I try my hardest to not judge others relationships because you never know who you are going to end up loving.
People will talk, I feel the gossip and stares within my own family.
I'll tell you, our first few sessions I hated him because he would scold me for limping and bend my knee in pretty painful ways.
I knew he was just trying to help, but damn, I was not about him.
I think I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me tell you how we met and start at the beginning.
I'm a dancer and during one of my team's performances, I landed badly. I felt my knee pop and felt an insane amount of pain.
One night he texted me (I gave him my number for dance show questions) asking me about the show.
Sadly he missed it, but there began our relationship.
Things aren't perfect, but if you love someone, perfect is pretty overrate.
Realizing your new boyfriend is just a few years younger than your father is a harsh reality.
If you are open and honest in your relationship and treat each other equally, then be with the person who makes you smile every day.