Threads like this depress the shit out of me.

Whatever happened to marrying young and loving the same person forever?

My wife and I are middle-aged and no doubt look it from the outside. But because we've been together all these years when I look at her I still see the giggling 19-year-old who stole my heart all those years ago. It's in the eyes, you see. Why would I trade that for some sad person pumped up on chemicals with bolt-on tits and a fake dyejob?

I love my good old wifey. Sometimes I feel like the last man who does. No matter. We have a universe of two.