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I really enjoyed his company: he was sophisticated, well travelled and interesting, and I was smitten within weeks.
While I didn’t give the age gap a second thought, everyone else was horrified.
Now, my blood always runs cold whenever I read in celebrity magazines and newspapers of young women in their 20s falling for older — and invariably richer — men. We weren’t yet married and he’d made it abundantly clear that the only life he was interested in was one with fine wines and no ‘whiny kids’.
I first met Carol back in 1982 when he was 47 and I was 25 and working for him at his sports shop in Tiverton, Devon.
Five years after the end of our marriage I still cannot help having twinges of bitterness at those lost 26 years of my life.
But could the older, wiser me have talked the smitten 25-year-old me out of embarking on the relationship all those years ago?
I was convinced he was ‘the one’ and that we were going to grow old together.
What hadn’t crossed my mind was that Carol had an enormous head start in that department. He’d been married before and was reluctant to commit again.
It was at that moment, ten years ago, I realised marrying a man more than two decades older than me was the biggest mistake of my life. I was 28 and Carol 50 when ‘that’ conversation first came up.
I found myself being absorbed into his middle-aged world, which wasn’t easy: most of the wives in our social set were openly hostile towards me, assuming I was only with Carol for financial gain.