Im genuinely embarrassed by how much of a saddo I am going to sound here but this is doing my head in. I’m 37, have a 4yr old and a 2yr old and OH of 12years. Unhappy for much of this time. Miserable actually. When I think of boyfriends I had previously to meeting OH, my only regret is not getting rid of them sooner as they treated me like dirt, much like OH does. All with the exception of one guy I was seeing on and off when I was about 21. I had always held a torch for him and there were several times we could have got it together but we were never both single at the same time, anyway after a couple of years of this on and off we finally started seeing each other and all was going well until I stupidly believed a rumour that he was seeing someone else and unceremoniously ended it by kissing someone else. I cringe when I think of it, not just the immaturity I showed (why didn’t I just talk to him about it?!) but the whole kissing someone else thing. We never saw each other again which was weird as for years we had always bumped into each other when out on the town, and I think I had probably thought there would be an opportunity to sort it out, but he literally became a ghost. I did really like him and have thought of him and how we ended with regret over the years, but for unknown reasons for the last few weeks I am almost obsessed with the idea of what could have been with him. It’s been bloody 16yrs, we were over before we really started, I’ve had other relationships and settled down and had 2 kids since then, I honestly don’t know why my mind is full of thoughts of this guy and all our youthful moments together, it’s ridiculous and I’m
embarrassed for myself that I’m even writing this. Is this how sad my life has become?! That I’m welling up thinking about what could have been with someone I briefly dated when I was much younger? I’ve even searched for him online, although he has no social media profiles and as he has a very common name I literally can’t see a thing about him online. I’m not even searching for him to contact him (that would be seriously weird I know) it’s more I want to see some sort of proof he isn’t this lost opportunity for happiness I keep thinking of him as being, I want to look him up to see he’s actually not how I’ve imagined him to be at all and then let go of all these stupid daydreams about him.
Is this a midlife crisis?
Seriously what is wrong with me, how I’m thinking can’t be normal?!