It has been said many times before, and Ixe2x80x99ll say it again. Life just isnxe2x80x99t fair. As men get older they get beer bellies, bald patches and a long legged, full bosomed, young thing on their arm. Woman sag and wrinkle in all the wrong places and raging hormones turn us into shrieking hags. No man in his right mind looks at us twice.
Sometimes I wonder though how much of my grumpiness is down to hormones and how much to me just being a miserable old cow. Could it be that with the passing of years my true character is finally revealing itself? Was I able to hide my true identity for all those years behind a smile and an elephants memory, and now, as I enter the twilight years I finally get to take my revenge? What other reason would there be for this dramatic change of personality, what purpose does it serve?
I was lucky on one account though. I married a man 16 years my senior. He is way to old to be of any interest to sweet young things on the prowl and his running days are long gone. He has a hard enough time to keep up with me. I should count my blessings.