Please can I get some objective advice on this situation as my head is like mush:
BF and I dated for 2 years. Very intense relationship, felt like there was a lot of 'need' on both sides, if you know what I mean. He had just come out of a 7 year relationship and I knew deep down he was likely to be on the rebound, but decided to give it a go.
Relationship was a mixture of genuinely wonderful happy times and frustrating shite times. It was usually me who because frustrated because I wanted him to commit to me, and he wouldn't fully, and I got more and more anxious. We nearly moved in together after 18 months and then we didnt, and a few months later he decided he would move into mine for a little while and then we would look for somewhere together. This was literally just before we went on a big holiday over xmas.
Holiday was fantastic, had an amazing time. Got on really well (but we generally do when the pressure is off - it was the overall commitment anxiety that dragged us/me down). It was a trip of a life time and we were away for 4 weeks.
We got back at the beginning of Jan. A week later I ended it becuase I felt I couldnt live with the anxiety anymore, so nearly 2 months ago now. He didnt contest my decision at all, and just left to go and live with his parents.
For the first month we had no contact except a couple of polite texts arranging for him to come and collect his stuff. I made sure I was out when he came over which I felt was for the best for me. Then about 10 days ago he came over for the last of his stuff and I decided I would stay and see him. The minute he walked in we both bawled our heads off. He stayed for a couple of hours and during that time I felt we were really connected (in our misery!). He has got his own place now living on his own, which I was pleasantly surprised about as he always seemed really dependent and quite scared about living on his own. Also was a bit of a manchild and thought he needed a pat on the head every time he washed up or cooked a sausage which irritated me. So I thought him living on his own was great. We said we wanted to be friends (and meant it I believe) and he asked me to go over to see his new place.
So that was 10 day ago. I was supposed to go over last weekend but I couldnt face it because I just knew I would struggle to remain okay after it, and not just want to get back together. I've spent the last 10 days feeling really low and crying all the time but something in me is stopping me from going back. We had no contact all week, which I expected, and then he texted today to ask if I was coming over, which surprised me, I thought he'd leave it up to me (he doesnt usually take the lead). I still can't face the potential so I said I'd made other plans and tried to sound all cheery etc. and we sent a few chatty messages and that was it.
So what my question is - I totally believe us being apart is the 'right' thing at the moment. Our relationship needed space and we are getting that. But I can't stop feeling that we might still have a chance, and I dont know if I'm being a fool and just preventing myself from accepting the breakup and moving on? Any thoughts?
I'm 32, nearly 33. Would like kids. He is 34.