Time is weird

I am not old (despite how I feel), but also not young. 46. My husband and I were married almost 15 years. We knew each other in middle/high school, were each other’s “first loves” and lost touch after high school.

All that to say it feels like I have been with him my whole life. He raised my two young children with me until they were grown.

I realized this morning for some reason that there will come a time in my life, God willing, that the “after” will be as long as the “before” years with him.

And that’s messing with my head for some reason, can’t comprehend it.

As if I particularly needed something new death related to perseverate on. For fucks sake. 🙄