If anything, all this trouble about my teenage stepson has made me very glad to be 39. Being a teen is much worse. The moods and unruly emotions of love, lust, desire, hopes and dreams fill your every waking moment.
When you're 39, all dreams have been scrapped. All there is, is this day and tomorrow.
I prefer that. I know love for a partner is make believe and love for your children is real. I know moments are fleeting and to be enjoyed.
I have money to do as I please. I can travel without anyone's permission. I can drink alcohol to excess.
What's not to like? Grey hair? Balding?
Who gives a fuck. It's better than being a teen.
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