My relationship with my older man, Derrick, although good while it lasted, never worked out. I only lived at his mansion for a few months before I realized that I had officially become the new Mrs. Friedman, watching her man sleep around with other women. The only difference between her and I was that in the end, I had no money to show for it. Although it was wonderful to have a mansion to call my own, I could never get used to Derrick sleeping with other women. Eventually, I broke things off with him and left everything behind, including the Mercedes he had given me. I lost it all.
I still speak with Derrick every once in a while. He ended up remarrying his wife, and they seem to be happy together. I guess he realized how good he had it with her. After all, she was far more understanding than I could ever be and, despite his infidelity, she had never really stopped loving him.
When I left Derrick, I had no money or status to show for it—all I had was the experience of dating an older man, and my stories to tell. I learned many lessons from being with Derrick, both good and bad. And while my experience with him was nothing less than dramatic, I was left with a certain attraction for rich older men. I loved the lifestyle he showed me, and I knew I wouldn’t be happy with anything less.
I did eventually meet my prince charming. My husband is eleven years older than I am and he is a perfect mix of Derrick and Josh. He isn’t filthy rich like Derrick, or young and hot like Josh, but he runs a great business and has plenty of money to support me—he’s also very handsome. Our love is not a Disney fairytale and things are not perfect, but it is my fairytale and I am perfectly content.
At the end of it all, I did still end up with a rich older man, but it just wasn’t Derrick. To this day, I still think of Derrick and I miss what we had together, which is why I still haven’t been able to really let him go. When I get into fights with my husband, I still call Derrick to talk and reminisce about the past. Derrick and I have both been unfaithful to our spouses and continue having a great love affair. This time around, we have both agreed to keep our affair a secret— we’ve experienced enough drama to know that it will never work out between us.
Every year on my birthday, Derrick and I meet up at our favorite restaurant and he brings me a gift—usually a handbag—and every few weeks, we meet up at a hotel for sex. Our relationship is not the same as it once was, but to be honest, it’s still pretty great.