First men marry in boredom because: relatives said that she is good / because the age is already / because it’s gone, and I, as an honest man, had to get married (need to emphasize), then they live in boredom for 20 years because: they can’t find where to go / allegedly live because of a child / don’t want to break the illusion of an ideal family. Then they find a 19-year-old girl, who was rated a couple of times by car, brought three times to a mid-range restaurant and bought a turkey in a sandwich, and here they already with a suitcase on the overwhelming escape from the boring wife, to this fun careless girl with good company. And the boring wife, who lived with you for more than 20 years, remains alone, asking herself the question - what's wrong with me, because for 20 years everything was fine? And how did she know that all these 20 years you considered her unworthy of yourself, you endured her, at the same time preparing the ground for betrayal care.
But the difference is so big in age that you will not have time to flash the eye, as you become an old grandfather, and the girl will still be quite nothing... And then you run back to the old woman?