She is 19 and he is 32.
That is a lot.
You can't see that?
Well then we must respectfully disagree on some things.
My father, 18, proposed to my mother, 30, and she accepted. My grandparents would not allow them to marry (this was 1948). A short while later, my mother moved away and told my father to look her up if he was still interested when he was 21.
On his 21st birthday, my mother was in NYC (3 states away) dating a doctor. She received a telegram from my father asking if she would still have him. She dumped the doctor and flew back to my father's arms. Shortly thereafter, they were married.
Three kids later, my father went blind from glaucoma (complications from diabetes). Two more kids (I was her fifth C-section at 43) and she later got breast cancer. They loved each other through 16 years of marriage, 5 kids, two debilitating diseases, and everyone who knew them attested to the amazing nature of their love.
They died 5 months apart in 1967, in love until the end.
You may feel 19 and 32 is wrong, but I know better. It entirely depends on the two people involved, and the ages are entirely irrelevant.
I don't really feel that 19 to 31 is so wrong. For generations, women married and bore children while still in their teens.
I dunno, our culture, somehow has made things different.
Our sons can die in a war but are not able to legally drink a beer. That is nonsense.
Most of the 19 year olds that I have ever known were not mature enough to raise children. I know that I wasn't when I was that age. Thank God I never had to demonstrate that inadequacy to anyone.
I am not meaning to entrench myself into some particular philisophical posture. Some people are more mature than otrhers at 19 years old. I was not one who was so.
Mary Kay Letourneau would be pleased to hear this.
While it may not be an issue here, age differences do matter in some cases.
"and the ages are entirely irrelevant."
That's right. It doesn't matter how much younger she is, she will still believe she is his mother.