My husband and I have been together for 20 years. We are in our 60s, going gray with wrinkly faces when we laugh, but we try and watch what we eat so we aren't fat. Every morning when I wake up and turn to get him up for the day, I feel so much affection and caring love for him. Nothing about our love for each other has changed; only our bodies have changed.
I wish I had what you have.
Maybe I had a shot at it at one point, maybe another after that. In the end, I always hated myself too much to accept that kind of love.
From my perspective, long-term relationships are like gardening. Plant good seeds, weed, water, fertilize, wait/patience, and harvest. Repeat 😂😂😂❤️🙏 You can have a healthy relationship, but it starts with your relationship with yourself first. I had to learn this coming from a dysfunctional family.