I wonder if I'll leave my husband a widow long before he is ready to handle his life without me. While these concerns don't keep me awake at night, nor effect our marriage any, they do surface often enough within me to cause me to question my own stability at times. It is hard to look in the mirror some days and see my new shape and overall appearance. I watch what I eat but my metabolism has changed enough that genetics have their say now. It seems to be a dirty trick played on women.
Men seem to age so well while women end up hating the process so much.
Is it any wonder we spend money on trying to stay young looking for as long as possible. I sure don't if it means having no control over how that process goes. Call it rare. Call it luck. But I know my husband loves me no matter what and will always love me even while I grow old before his eyes.