I’m 11 years older than my husband. A year ago, a beautiful new colleague started flirting with him. We laughed it off at first — our relationship is honest and strong despite our age gap. But one day she showed up at our door with a “work document,” acting overly familiar. My husband admitted she’d been crossing boundaries, and his honesty reassured me.
That night we had a deep conversation about insecurities and trust. I shared how I sometimes feel invisible next to younger women; he shared his fears about measuring up to me. A week later he asked to transfer to a different project — not out of fear, but to protect our peace.
In the end, she was just a passing challenge. What mattered was that we chose each other again.