I was 35, he was 43. First marriage for both of us.
We are still going strong after 10 years. Neither of us wanted to settle just to be married for our families' or societies sake or demands.
We've been through hell and back; he lost a kidney and almost died, I've had three IVFs and 8 miscarriages and we are still without children.
In spite of all that, he is the love of my life and vice versa. We cherish every moment.
Sigh.
