I’m 53, and my partner is 29. When I moved to Mexico City and we started dating, I posted a photo of us to Instagram, and my American friends lost their minds.
The daddy references started immediately. When one person asked if I was a sugar daddy, I pointed out that Uriel makes more money than I do. I’m Splenda at best.
I was self-conscious at first, but the insecurity faded when it became obvious the age gap wasn’t a big deal in Mexico. Eventually, we were just a couple who shared common interests and a crusty little white dog, Maggie.
Until recently, that is.
I tripped and hurt my knee
Maggie lived on the streets until she moved in with us. She…
