i look forward to the follow up in 10 years: he found someone younger to have a baby with and now i–a fiscally illiterate 35 year old with pride in having cultivated a millionaire’s tastes–live with my parents like some shit out of a Jane Austen novel.

i get the bit about not wanting to “train” some guy her age about how to wipe his ass or pick up his towels, but its hilarious that her solution is to just be the totally-not-resentful caged bird who, and i quote:

There are only so many times one can say “thank you” — for splendid scenes, fine dinners — before the phrase starts to grate. I live in an apartment whose rent he pays and** that shapes the freedom with which I can ever be angry with him**.

je. sus. christ.

anyway, i’ve never been one to find much sustainable attraction in romance with someone who isn’t a peer. i can’t imagine the resentment of being near 40 and being treated like a aesthetically pleasing accessory rather than someone with whom i keep counsel about the important things that weigh on me. the psychosocial developmental distance between her and her “crazy” friends who have partners and careers and are all figuring out how to balance their compromises, careers, family, and personal integrity is going to be the grand canyon. she is 100% going to be the one they all roll their eyes about.