Dating a man twenty years older
My therapist, not-yet boyfriend, would work me as much as possible so I could dance, he believed in me and wanted to help me do something I loved.He wanted me to not just be able to do it but be back where I was before the accident.I think I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me tell you how we met and start at the beginning.I'm a dancer and during one of my team's performances, I landed badly. I felt my knee pop and felt an insane amount of pain.My fight to get back to dancing was on and my show was a little more than a month away.I refused to not be able to perform, especially because I was graduating that semester and it would be my last time on that stage with my friends.If you are open and honest in your relationship and treat each other equally, then be with the person who makes you smile every day.I'm with the man who makes me laugh and loves me unconditionally, flaws and all.
I'll later find out I had tore my meniscus and that I needed surgery.
I'll tell you, our first few sessions I hated him because he would scold me for limping and bend my knee in pretty painful ways.
I knew he was just trying to help, but damn, I was not about him.
I can say I was happy he was showing me attention, but it seemed too good to be true.
At this point of the relationship, I knew his age and that he had twins who were only 10 years younger than me.