I'm a swimmer too
, was carving up the fast lane until 41 weeks pregnant. Have only been once since DC2 born, just no time. No time for anything post DCs, but if I'm honest, I started dropping my interests pre kids because DH wasn't that interested. I lived in London and lived life to the full, theatre, art galleries, concerts, dancing, whatever events were going on, I was there. I used to be social secretary for my friends. Travel, skiing, hiking, looking at the stars, national trust. Papers on Sundays, greasy spoons, cinema, watching old films on tv, going to the pub or a cafe and watching the world go by. Birdwatching! Wearing nice clothes for the sake of it. My career. Pro-bono work. Reading, reading, reading.
I've just become subsumed by domestic drudgery and mummyhood, neither of which sit well with me, I'm too selfish for this life. I possibly need to just grow up.
Thanks, Wordweaver , it's been good to talk about this.
Cretaceous , you make an interesting point about me mentioning first loves twice. I don't know if that's something in my subconscious trying to make itself heard or just a random example of past history. I'd perhaps say that, since I have an idea (although no great detailed knowledge) of DH's romantic past, I know that he loved and was loved and that makes me feel happy and sad at the same time and makes me feel closer to the younger him going through heartaches and euphorias and all the other stuff I went through. The fact that there's never been any reciprocal curiosity makes me feel like my history is negligible.
I need to stop banging on and go to bed. Thanks for your interest, I've been really touched that people responded to this.