He said it would be fun. He said something about him not being a wordsmith. After weeks of him begging me to get on here and write something - I finally agreed to do it.
I'm 35, he's 40; we've been happily unmarried for a little over 15 years.
He's self employed. I'm a medical assistant in an orthopedic surgery practice. This basically means that I work in one of the few environments left these days that it is acceptable to have all of the higher-ups be men and making way more than 99% of the women; because they're all surgeons and we're not.
We have three children, and they are all currently teenagers. This means that the only time they want us for anything anymore is when they need rides or money, or both. Word to the wise; if you're planning a family try to have your children far enough apart that you do not have two daughters of menstrating age in your house at the same time - its for the safety and sanity of the family as a whole.