I gotta let it go.

And I have.

Though it happened again, testing me I suppose.

A Younger woman though, not really, one often think 15 years is much older, and eternity from where they stand, and 15 years younger is what one thinks they are.

She thought I was 75, and was shocked, that Yann could be married to me, “No way, he cannot be your husband...”

I asked, “You probably think he married me for money?”

Without batting an eye, she jumped in with a yes.

...

Then she unabashedly continued to flirt with Yann.

Maybe finally, at 65, I can write about it, claim it, and stand comfortably in the skin I was given.