I’d like to preface by saying that I really don’t want to feel like this. I feel like I’ve hit an absolute brick wall and wish I hadn’t opened Pandora’s box.
already concerned about this being a bit outing, but not much I can do about that.
I’m 37 and live a very charmed life with my 5 year old daughter and a husband who would do anything for me. I cannot stress the extent to which I have everything I could possibly ever have dreamed of. He’s a very good man: kind, hardworking and absolutely adores our son. I know he loves me too. We’ve been together for about 10 years. Never argue, neither of us are particularly dramatic. If I’m truly honest, I absolutely adore him but I’m not ‘in love’ with him. There has never been much physical chemistry, but lots of emotional chemistry. We laugh a lot and have fun together. I didn’t think this was a problem until recently to be honest.
I had a difficult upbringing in the sense that I was raised by an alcohol mother who absolutely despised me. She was violent and aggressive and ripped my self esteem to shreds. My sister died in her early 20’s leaving behind her toddler. I cared for her until her death and I haven’t seen her child since. This was exceptionally painful but I have come to terms with it. A few months after my sisters death, I went to Uni. I met the absolute love of my life to be honest. We entered into a ‘casual relationship’, he was a few years older and it was intense. No drama, but lots of affection and he brought me to life. I have since never met anyone like him. We continued seeing each other on and off for about 5 years (we didn’t sleep together for 3 of those years which was his choice). On reflection I was a bit of a people pleaser back then, I didn’t tell him how I felt and I was a very closed book. I could never really tell how he felt, sometimes I felt he was hinting at wanting more but I didn’t want to risk losing him altogether by telling the truth. He didn’t know about my childhood, only that I didn’t get on with my mum. I wish I’d been more honest.
anyway. We now run businesses in the same sector. Bumped into each other and went for a drink. Nothing happened but he my mind is consumed with thoughts of him. I’ve never had therapy because frankly I’ve been lucky enough to never suffer with my mental health. I’ve read that traumatic childhoods can perversely cause you to almost get a thrill from uncertainty and , well, my husband isn’t the type of man to play games so I never experience that. Feel so sad writing that, he doesn’t deserve this.
ultimately, I know I’m being unreasonable but old flame is literally indescribable to me. He never messed me around or treated me badly but there was never a relationship! What am I doing? Why does he feel like ‘home’?? I love my son with every fibre of my being and the greatest achievement of my life is that he is secure and happy and loved. I’d never jeopardise that. But fuck. Why does this man make me feel complete?
I sincerely apologise for how I am coming across. I am not as selfish as I sound.