Age Gap Novels & Stories

I tried to make it sound like a joke. “Dad, come on. There are couples with thirty year age gaps.” I laughed nervously. “Some even have forty.” He looked at me seriously. “That’s them, son.” The laughter disappeared from my face. “For you? Anything more than ten years is too much for me.” I swallowed. “Why is that?” “Because I don’t want you to end up in a situation where there is too much imbalance between you and your partner.” He walked closer and squeezed my shoulder.

“Aren’t you scared he’s just using you? That you’re all in, and he’s just killing time?” Dear God, grant me the strength not to launch this glass at Irene’s Botox-free forehead. “I’m an adult. So is he. We’re both single. What’s the issue?” I shrugged with peak indifference, just in time to catch Rachel nearly choking on her drink from holding back a laugh. “Age gaps and social class are real problems,” Irene said, deadly serious. “Please. Age is relative,” I shot back, folding my arms. “And social class, what does that even mean anymore?”

Oliver did his best to maintain a neutral look as he approached Andrea’s grandfather who seemed eager to scrutinize him the moment their eyes met. “He looks quite young” He commented the moment their eyes met. “How old is he?” He turned towards Andrea in question. “Actually I’m 35” Oliver replied instead. “Really? You’re quite old” The old man frowned and Oliver forced him a smile nonetheless. “Are you sure he’s not quite old for you, I mean you might want to- “Grandpa, the age difference between you and grandma was 12 years, my parents were 8, 2 years more than what we share, I don’t think the age gap is a problem” Andrea cut in sharply with a retort.

Nathaniel Kingston said to make his son understand. "And age gap? What's that?! I and your mother had the age gap of 17 years and your brother and his wife have age gap of 6 years. And trust me it's good this way you can have her in control and dominate your orders on her." He added to make his stubborn son agree to marry Hazel. "What about Sophia? Will she accept her?" Ferris Kingston asked the most nagging question. The purpose why he actually agreed to decide to think about marriage. Nathaniel Kingston sighed, "that only time will tell...I can't guarantee you this...."

She was also busy with her pregnant daughter and would rather not have me bring Teresa back to cause more chaos. Mandy was thrilled about me staying away. She messed with my clothes, bags, and jewelry as she liked. Me? I was just happy watching my parents and daughter. I had quietly drafted a divorce agreement and was ready to sell that apartment through an agent. Yes, Edwin would get nothing, and that apartment was my prenuptial property from my parents. If he had not chased me for three years in college, acting like Mr. Nice Guy, I would not have fallen for it and let his family bleed me dry.

“I thought nothing would surprise you anymore. What’s this?” “My apology. That was rude of me. Even too crass for comfort. Nothing is wrong, Sienna. It was just…unexpected. I thought your entanglement with a model you hired was one thing. But the age gap is quite another issue. Almost twelve years, is it?” I nodded. He was right. I was about to turn thirty in a month.

Man, he can't stay away from mom for eve an single second. " Talk about age gap now, sugar. Look at your parents. They share the massive centuries age gap and yet they share a very happy life and so in love. This can be us too, sugar, if you give this relationship a chance and stop bing stubborn I know you are young and just eighteen which is why you are thinking like that." Zach whispers in my ear and let me go. His words touched me because they were right. Why didn't I think that? My mom and dad share the massive age gp and yet they share a very happy and loving life with one another.

Levy Listening to them all chat shit about their music, most of the groups I haven’t even heard of or the artists and their college work, hits me right in the fucking gut, it highlights just how much of an age gap there is between Harper and myself. Jeez, eighteen years, I feel like an old crumbly just looking at her and sneaking glances at her in my rearview. Oh, fuck now I’m turning into some pervert, and feverishly try recalling all the couples out there that are in age gap relationships. Why couldn’t this be forward in time when she’s at least thirty and I’m forty-eight it just sounds better. Doesn’t it?

My messages are still there and his name is still there. I don’t open it, I shouldn’t instead I open something else. Search for age gap relationships, the words look ridiculous sitting in the search bar. I almost delete them then I hit enter anyway. Articles load instantly, stories, opinions, warnings, success stories, disasters and I keep scrolling, searching through strangers’ lives for proof that what I’m feeling is either completely insane or survivable. A woman in her twenties married a man twenty years older and they’re still together, another says it ruined her life, another says age didn’t matter and another says it mattered every single day.

“I appreciate that, thank you” “You were nice to my sister I admit. But that did not clear the issue with your relationship. The thing is that you both have a huge age gap, ten fucking years man!” He half yelled, raking his fingers through his brown hair. “Look! Even if my family were to overlook the age gap between you both, the background gap is still there glaring in our faces” “I have heard of her alterations with that Molly girl. That’s just an example. How many more of such girls would she fend off? Moreover, would your mom accept her for you?”