(29 April) "I'm too old/you're too young" (SIBS #3)
[Self-indulgent. For my memories, more than anything else. You don't want to read this. Probably]

A House. Absolutely unknown Irish band, with like 2 good songs. One of which was 'You're too young'.

So anyway. This wasn't even a deep conversation, it just grew out of a passing reference (to my inability to remember to water plants, and therefore my likely unsuitability as a parent). To the subject of actually having children. And though she wanted to have kids quite quickly, her opinions have changed sharply, and she's now planning to wait at least 10 years. Which is fine. I'll be 41.

That's where it hit me that there's nothing I can do to salvage this. Distance? Sure I can overcome that, no problem. Time? Yeah, I can wait. But I can't make myself younger. Of course, there's always the possibility of changing her mind (either having kids earlier, or accepting kids with an older father), but I think this is where the age difference is really starting to kick in. This is the first *real* objection to the relationship that actually relates to me, rather than the situation we find ourselves in. All our other problems seemed soluble, provided we could find a way to be in the same place for a while.

Now. Well, I can't be what she wants. Even if she wanted the rest of me, which is obviously unproven  
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