When DP and I first met we fell madly in love and wanted to be with each other 24/7. We text each other constantly, made excuses to see each other, thought about each other constantly and would really, really look forward to our dates etc. I think we were both so excited to have found someone so compatible that we went a bit mad and rushed the whole thing. Within 6 months we were living together and apart from work commitments were with each other around the clock. But I'm now thinking it was all too rushed. We don't go out anymore, what's the point when we can just sit in front of the telly together? it's warmer and cheaper. He moans constantly about every little thing and I sometimes long for the days when we actually looked forward to seeing each other. I sometimes wish we could go back to dating but lets face it, if I suggest that now it more or less places a huge nail in that coffin that is our relationship doesn't it?
I feel so conflicted. I love him, I truely do and when I kiss him I still melt - however I no longer look forward to our evenings together, I can't be arsed to text him during the day and I know full well he continuously panics about the whole thing which leaves me in a permanent state of unsettlement and insecurity.
I feel trapped. I feel our only options are to try and push through the shit and make it work, despite the evidently rushed start or actually give up on it and break up, too much damage being done? 