“I regret marrying someone as immature as Paul. Younger women like you are definitely better. It’s embarrassing to be seen with an older woman like you. If only I could turn back time, I’d redo my life.”
These were the hurtful words my ex-husband, Paul, uttered a decade ago. My name is Jennifer, and I am now forty-eight years old. At thirty-three, I tied the knot with Paul, who was five years my junior. We met at the hospital where I worked as a nurse and he had just completed his medical internship. Despite the age gap, his eagerness to seek my advice and his youthful innocence drew me in.
