In our youth-obsessed society, it’s easy to think that your ‘prime’ is over by the time you reach 30 years old – at least in the physical sense.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.