This part is not a hypothetical for me. My SO is 22 years my elder - I’m 37, he’s 59. I’m, arguably, just entering middle age, he’s rapidly (in the almost four years we’ve been together), visibly, moved from middle age to Old Guy. He’s had a heart attack (at 40), he’s got high blood pressure, he’s got COPD and his last A1c indicates that we won’t be able to deny the diabetes diagnosis much longer. Given all probabilities, I’m going to be a widow before I’m 50.
I have actual panic attacks if I think about it too much. But it doesn’t stop me from loving him or making a life with him.
Children are another matter I think. Not, unlike other posters, because my kids will probably die before me. (Also been there, faced that possibility, although thank Athena it didn’t happen.) I’m okay with children dying, although of course it sucks.
Rather, it’s because I as a parent have a certain pace that I grow with my child. I don’t think I could adjust and adapt and continue to adjust and adapt to a triple, or even double, rate of growth. It sounds exhausting just thinking about it. Even though I’ve parented one child to age 19, I still need to grow and adjust with my second, age 7. I’m not the same parent of this 7 year old that I was of my boy when he was 7. I’m not even the same parent of this 7 year old that I was when she was 6. And I need that time to mature, just as much as she does.
So I think were I to meet Mr. Right and he happened to be Blue, I’d have a relationship with him. But I’d not want children, or I’d want to adopt full humans or use IVF to have human children. I think it’s easier and more realistic for him to slow down than me to speed up, as a parent.