Hi all.
I need somewhere to write down my feelings and ask who else have been in this situation. Have you ever fully moved on from someone you would consider to be the love of your life?
I loved this person so fiercely it almost hurt, and it still does hurt all these years later. He broke up with me because he needed to experience more of the world after the sudden loss of a parent which completely threw him in to turmoil. The end of our relationship felt earth shattering to me and was unexpected at the very least.
10 years later I am in a new relationship and we share two very young children. I love my partner, but it is absolutely not the same love I had previously. I buried the loss of that relationship and forced myself to move on because he moved to another country and I really believed we would never speak again.
He has recently contacted me out of the blue to apologise for how he handled things previously and that he is back in the country for a few months as his other parent is sadly dying. He said it would be lovely to see me but he understands if it would be too uncomfortable to do so. Obviously I can’t do this to my family.
I have declined the invitation to meet because my life is set up now, I have children and my relationship to prioritise and I always will. However, to say this has brought up some very raw and hard feelings would be an understatement. I feel sick in the pit of my stomach at the thought of passing up the opportunity to see his face again but my brain is telling me this just can’t happen.
I feel absolutely heartbroken all over again. Just that message from him really pulled the rug from underneath me and made me realise how much I still grieve that relationship and everything he meant to me. I have never really felt ‘home’ since we separated and I feel very sad that I may well never have that feeling again.
How does a person come to terms with leaving that sort of love in the past? It seems so unfair but there’s also no point in considering meeting up because I won’t betray my family in that way.
I just hate this residual feeling I’m left with. That sort of sliding doors perspective of my other life and everything he represents to me.