Yeah, I may be older... but I'm not that flavor of "old."
> Wife 1.0: after eight years of on/off relationships, we finally married when we were 34... and I was widowed by age 35. I married her knowing she was ill; we had high hopes she'd beat the disease. However, the disease had other plans and took her out before we made it to one anniversary. That experience reshaped me in more ways than I can enumerate here.
> Wife 2.0: after 14+ years of relationship and 11+ years of marriage, she moved out (I was 49); it's a long story as to why, featuring two people who grew distant and the appearance in her life of Mr. Catalyst. I played single dad to our school-age sons for the next two years; at that point, we moved them to her place, primarily for a better educational experience. We divorced four years later (her idea and expense). Now, we're better friends than we were a decade ago, respect each other, and can even joke about our shared past.
> Those two sons turned 18 and 20 last year. Amazing young men, and I love 'em to bits. Note: having two sons that age means I don't have much cash to play with, let alone survive (child support, health coverage for them plus me, and now both are in college. By next spring, I may be negotiating with the cat for which one of us gets the first bite of her food).
Minor Update: this self-summary used to state I don't own a car. No longer true; once again I'm part of the world of individually mobile citizens with oppressive car costs.