Well, his only wife (first tickbox).
DP and I met 18 months ago. We are made for each other: I have waited my life for a relationship like this and he feels the same (as much as I can ever be 100% sure I know someone else's feelings). We're definitely together - no issues with commitment on either side - and generally get on really, really well. We've both been married before and have a vague plan to get married this year. Our kids are all very happily mixed up and - well, I can't believe I'm finally so happy.
So will someone PLEASE help me lose my obsession with his first wife? They were together for 15 years and it fucking kills me. It's not like they had the perfect marriage: they certainly gave it a good go, but it was (apparently - as far as I could ever know) always pretty difficult and finally floundered in 2010. They'd both been considering leaving for a few years: she finally made the break when she met someone else, which was difficult for everyone. To be honest, it's pretty much how my marriage ended and I have a lot of sympathy for the situation.
There are a few differences, though. They had loads of sex (WHY did he tell me this???). I stopped sleeping with my ex-husband (because he was an abusive bastard), so I have a fear of what I see as some all-powerful sexual connection between them. I suppose the fact that it went on for 15 years it's difficult for me (my marriage ended at 7.5 years). They also had quite an exciting life abroad ... even though he tells me the relationship was difficult, I somehow imagine them on some amazing 15 year fucking holiday in the sun.
This was all over well before he met me. She went mad when he met me and has tried to get him back (he has refused - it's come up a couple of times). He's not in much contact with her and it's mainly practical (and borderline hostile). Truly, I don't have much reason to get my knickers in a twist, but I make myself sick by thinking about her/them.
Does anyone have any help for me? I fear I'm going to mess it all up by being so hung up on the past. Sometimes, when he touches me, all I can think is, "Is this how he touched her?". I despise myself.