Hi there, I stumbled on this site by accident so I’m new to this site and this is my first post!
I saw this post and it really struck a chord with me. In the Eighties I was a PA to a director of a large multinational company with an office in London and that’s where I met a lovely man who was 12 years older than me (at the time I thought I was a bit like Princess Diana!)
. He came from Yorkshire and was quite well off, good job in the company, nice car and he had a lovely flat by Tower Bridge - not surprisingly I was really bowled over by him
. I’m quite laid back and easy going and am considered pretty - slim (size 10), medium height with – back then - long, blond hair. We married in 1990, I was 26 and he was 38. We moved to a large house in Greenwich, I was probably a bit immature but like Bbarb, DH was always picking holes in me – I became a housewife (his suggestion) and he wanted everything just so – cushions puffed, papers cleared away, everything tidy and the house spotless. He would tell me to recook meals if he didn’t like what I’d served up and change my clothes when we went out if he didn’t like what I was wearing. He controlled the purse strings too and would make all the decisions and reverse anything that I did without his say so which was really annoying.
I would cry most days when he was at work.
Then we had a child and I spent the next ten years having babies – 4 in total! DH has always been a good father, supporting me with anything to do with the children and we have never wanted for anything. Also, we lived in New York for six years due to DH’s work which was a good experience for the children, in fact they have all turned out well and appreciate they had a privileged and comfortable upbringing. We’ve always socialised a lot and used to go to a lot of black-tie functions and, as DH likes me to look glamorous, he really doesn’t mind at all about how much I spend on my appearance which is great as I spend a lot! Obviously, because of the age gap most of my friends, and the people we mix with, tend to be that bit older which I have gotten used to over the years. We have now been married very nearly thirty years and DH has mellowed to some extent (he is now retired and we have 3 grandchildren) but I think that somewhere down the line, possibly when the children were young if not from the get-go, I just realised that I’d married an Alpha Male and I just got on with it without resenting it or wanting a divorce.