I’m 26 he’s 40.

A personal blog post today about the unwanted opinions that come with dating an older man, the expectations of age, where we should be in life and the obsession with youth.

I went home.

The well manicured lawns are now overgrown. The trampoline rusted, broken and turned upside down in the long grass and weeds. The fences that line paddocks are old and broken. Abondoned chicken pens litter the outskirts of the house and the old bird cage roof where finches, quails and canaries were kept has completely collapsed. …