Three years after divorcing my abusive alcoholic husband, I finally reconnected with a very old school friend. For two weeks we have been messaging, and it's been fun, it's been interesting and oh so sweet. By coincidence we were in the same country so briefly met up for a few hours, and... he was disappointed. He was charming and kind and held my hand and didn't let it show, but it's obvious.
I have been so happy the last three years - man free, focusing on my work and DC.
I know, I know, it's just two weeks, and we only met for a few hours, but the connection was so strong, it really knocked me off my even keel.
For three years I have not felt jealous, nor excited, nor interested... and now in a short short space of time I am wearing my heart outside my chest. It has made me realise that all I have is work. I feel so foolish for letting the past two weeks happen. If I hadn't let this happen (I am not looking for love), I wouldn't be here now, like a lovesick, rejected teenager.
Just wanted to tell someone.