We took it slow. Played the long game. But long story short, we got married. I told her about my thing well before that, and she was accepting of it. She was the one who thought about raiding the Red Cross. She even offered to donate her blood, but I couldn't imagine doing that.
We tried to have kids. We tried for a long time. Eventually, after years of disappointment, we gave up. She was getting older. We resigned ourselves to not getting to experience that part of life.
It was clear she was aging and I was not. We talked about it a little bit, but it wasn't yet an issue in terms of being noticed. I looked young for my age and she looked young for her age too.
We traveled a little bit but mostly settled down. We enjoyed being together, just the two of us. We didn't have many friends. It was like we existed in a tiny universe of our own, and had everything we needed within that world. We were content, happy and very much in love.
Eventually, we started our own business. We worked well together. She was organized and tough as nails but also easygoing. I did the billable work, she handled operations and collections.