I'm needing a bit of advice, or maybe it's just offloading to someone.
I have been with my DH for almost 30 years. We met when we were at school (I was 14, he was 16). We got married when I was 18 and he was 20.
In do love him but recently I have been thinking what is it like being with someone else. I will never have an affair (he had an affair 7 years ago and I was devestated). We have worked through it although I have to admit I haven't forgiven him and never will.
I find myself increasing unhappy because I keep thinking I married the first man who paid attention to me, and if I'm completely honest I didn't have very much self esteem, thought I was ugly, that no one else would have me (even at the age of 14), and it was also a way to get away from my family home (alcoholic parents, father was abusive verbally, emotionally and mentally to my mum and to an extent to my siblings and I).
I cannot stop thinking about how different my life would have been party because if my parents had been different, maybe I would have thought more of myself, wouldn't have been so eager to get away from home lived life a little bit more, seen the world, and every day I keep daydreaming like a stupid little girl of what my life would be like with someone else.
I do love my husband, and he does love me and we have a good life, 3 beautiful children, but I just cannot seem to get past this daydreaming.
I guess I just came on here just to "tell" someone cos I would never tell my friends. I think I'm trying to say I've wasted my youth being an adult far to early? Does this make sense to anyone. I do feel bad thinking this way because then I think of my beautiful children who are my world and to me are my biggest achievement.