He was 32. I claimed to be 38, but confessed to being 48 on our third date. He was devastated as he had already fallen in love with me and really wanted children. Nevertheless, we survived and three years on are stronger than ever, and last year bought a house together. He has a child, but he and the child's mother split before she found out she was pregnant. Despite paying maintenance, he rarely gets to see his daughter, but they do get on well. My children are grown. I fantasise about having a child with him, but am going through the menopause. Recently, after a few glasses of wine, we talked about surrogacy. Part of me really wants to, but I don't know if I can raise a child at my age. Am I just reacting to the guilt I (still) feel about misleading him early on?

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