Hey Queens! I wanted to speak from the perspective of an older woman, and tell you all how I recently made a grave mistake. More than one, actually.

I'm 50, and divorced. I reconnected almost 2 years ago with a man (age 61) I worked with back in the 90's. I initiated. Mistake #1.

He had never been married, never even had a serious relationship. Red flag #1. I gave him lots of slack because of this, thinking his lack of experience led to his blunders. Mistake #2.

I allowed him to come to my home every single evening, eat my good cooking, spend time with my fun and friendly family, and bask in my love and affection. I'm a former nurse, and volunteered to help him care for his 95 year old mother. Mistake # eleventy-billion.

When we'd been together a year, I asked what he thought about a possible future for us. He, quite literally, would not talk about it. I let it go (see Mistake #2).

When our second anniversary rolled around last week, I forced the issue and there was a major argument. I learned that he had a vague thought that maybe once his mother had passed and he had retired (9 more years, ladies!) we might possibly move in together. Yeah. Like I want to move in with the old man/child just in time to do the housework and wipe his ass as he ages.

I broke it off. Blocked and deleted after 2 years. I would rather be without a romantic partner for the rest of my life than sacrifice myself on the altar of the ridiculous male ego.

What is super extra ass-chapping is that I am considered attractive and he...is not. I actually have other options already on the table to be vetted (see, I CAN learn!).

Hope that NVM has fun dying alone while I'm surrounded by friends, family and happiness.