I've been with DP for 9 months. Known him years but only got close after I split with EX.
EX was not a good partner. It took me a long time to realise it was 'him not me'. He is extremely selfish, his world revolves around him and I ended up being the breadwinner, homemaker, primary childcarer etc while he cocklodged and prioritised his friends and sports over me and our DS. I mention him because it feels relevant that I spent 10 years allowing myself to be stuck in a very shit situation.
New P is a breath of fresh air, he is kind, funny, interested in my life, considerate, great in bed, a brilliant listener, and we share common interests. I feel incredibly lucky to have him in my life. Simply having someone genuinely interested in my day is a complete revelation. I feel incredibly lucky, he takes my breath away.
He is a sensitive man, and is open about most things. However, we haven't discussed 'feelings'. I feel preprogrammed to expect to be let down and I'm struggling not to let the fact he rarely says he loves me bother me.
We've slowly built up the time we spend together until we now spend most nights at my or his house. We had a brilliant week away in February with mutual friends and kids. He's asked DS and I to join him on his family holiday in the summer (I am friends with his sister so it sounds brilliant). He regularly cooks for me (and DS when he's at home). He listens to my worries and genuinely tries to help. He's very physically affectionate..... I could go on but I guess that what I'm saying is that he acts in what feels to me like a very loving way.
He only says he loves me when we are having sex, to be fair I only say it during sex also. I just don't think I could face the feeling if rejection if I said it to him and he didn't respond......
I have tried very hard not to fall head over heels because I know I am quite fragile. However, to be fair he's not put a foot wrong and seems to always want to be with me. I've made sure I keep other areas of my life as full as possible as I'm forever worried about loosing him.
Am I being ridiculous? Or is this a red flag?