I’m Done Pampering Him, Time to Get Rich

Summary

My relationship with Asher was a classic older woman, younger man pairing.

When he was a bright eyed freshman, I was a senior about to graduate. By his junior year, I’d already been working for two years.

A younger boyfriend brought boundless energy—from our private moments to daily life. Once, after working until 11 p.m., I dragged myself home only for him to excitedly suggest a miles long hike to watch New Year’s fireworks. Another time, following a month of dizzying business travel, he insisted we go rave at a music festival all night.