Hi all, I wasn't on the original TT thread but thought I'd throw my twopence in to the conversation.
outtaleftfield I wish I had the answer to your dilemma. I too have been in a similar situation and cried myself to sleep a hundred times before I made a decision as to what I would do. And even then, it wasn't really a conscious decision, it all just sort of happened and I felt it was entirely out of my hands. I can totally relate to what has been said about people coming into your life for a reason, I guess it might help if I briefly told you my story. Actually, nothing about this story is brief but I'll go for it anyway.
I had been with my partner for 6 years, we had 2 beautiful children, a girl and a boy, and we moved from central London to a little town in Surrey. My partner wasn't a particularly nice man and had become quite abusive and controlling over the years. I was desperately unhappy but had no confidence and no courage to tell him he had to leave.
Anyway, once DD started school I started going in the local coffee shop a few times a week with some of the other mums. The barista was a tiny, pretty thing who I immediately felt a connection with, despite having never been attracted to a woman before. She had an odd way about her though, and I got the feeling she didn't like me, but for some reason I couldn't stay away from the place. I began to go in earlier than the other mums so I could have ten minutes on my own, where she would usually come over and chat to me. These visits became more and more about seeing said barista and less about meeting the mums for a coffee and chat. I started to realise I was very much attracted to her and despite knowing very little about her I was sure she was gay. I remember vividly when she was making my skinny latte and had her back to me, she scratched the back of her neck and I saw the tattoo she had there. All I could think about for the rest of that day was what the rest of her back looked like and, eventually, what the rest of her looked like!! Over time she softened and I began to think she didn't hate me after all! Around Easter last year there was a circus in town (a rarity, and the whole town was unbelievably excited!) Of all the free seats in the circus, the barista decided to sit next to me and I can honestly tell you the feeling was unbearable. It was the first time I'd ever seen her out of work, in her own clothes and relaxed, not all work-ish. The smell of her hair and the electric shock that went through me when her leg brushed mine almost made me cry. I know she felt it too, she eventually told me so but something about the way she edged closer to me and made excuses to lean in to me made me sure of it. I didn't want the stupid, and really really crap, circus to end because then we would go back to our normal lives and our little circus bubble would be burst.
So eventually we swapped numbers, I made a really stupid excuse about wanting a coffee shop voucher for the school raffle (yes, clever I know!) and began texting. Like a lot of texting. Like I had a 3000 text allowance which I used in 2 weeks lot of texting. And there was some declaration of feelings, some conversation about how I would go about getting my partner to move out, she came round a few times in the evening and there was some hand holding, and eventually some kissing.
My partner moved out, after much fuss and drama, and barista began to come round every night for cuddles and films, take aways and just talking and giggling. We were in a very happy, giggly girl place, with lots of painting of each others nails and plaiting of each others hair. It sounds disgustingly corny now, but it wasn't, it was beautiful and amazing and I truly thought I was in love with her.
It transpired, however, that she was very much in contact with her ex still, another mum at the school and it eventually ended, 7 months later with the ex slapping me in the face, them getting back together and my world crumbling just a little bit. I'm back on my feet now and I can see things very clearly, it was always doomed to fail, I wasn't in love, it was pure infatuation and if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.
Having said all of that, if it wasn't for the barista I would still be living with a man I had grown to hate and wrecking my childrens lives by letting them watch him destroy me, and my confidence, very slowly, day by day.
I thought after that experience I'd be sworn off women, but I'm not so sure now. I recently started talking to a lovely girl, but thats another story for another post, because this one is long enough.
So OP, you might find the answer to your problem isn't something you decide, it's just something that happens, you have no control over it and everything will be ok in the end. If it's not ok, then it probably isn't the end 