Age Is Just A Number...

... and I truely believe this.

But, sadly to say, most of the world doesn't.

Tonight I told the group of people I was chatting with at a party that I'm dating a 42 year old.

You would of thought I told them I was the spawn of satin.

Now, I'm not a naive person. I realize what my relationship looks like to other people. Some young, dumb, fat girl is falling for the first person who tells her that they love her. Or I'm trying to get a sugar daddy. Or he just uses me for sex.

None of that is true.

I just hate that I have to sit up in front of a crowd of drunk fuck asses and explain myself for 20 minutes about why my relationship is not weird. I know, I don't have to explain anything to them. It's my life and I'm happy.

But I WANT to.

I'm so incredibly happy with David and I'll fight until the end for our love and relationship because I believe in us. I've never believed in something so strongly and I can't remember the last time I fought for something this hard.

.....

I guess what pissed me off is these people I was with tonight jumping down my throat. And why do I even give a fuck what they think?

Because that's the way it's going to be for the rest of my life if I stay with David.

And I don't want to have to lie about his age or anything. I'm proud of the fact that I date an older man. And the people who know me best know that I wouldn't put myself in a situation that I didn't feel was right for me.

And the people who know me best know that I'm sooooo happy with David. I'm the happiest I've been in years thanks to him. And I keep saying all this over and over because it seems like no one believes me and all they do is look at the fucking fact that he's 42 and not how happy he makes me.

It drives me up the wall.

And I wish i could change peoples point of views.

But I can't. All I can do is rely on myself, my true friends and David for support.

Over and out ♥