I'm 26. I have had 2 past long term relationships, 3 years each. With both of those, I knew it wasn't forever (despite moving in with one of them) and that we weren't going to be together for life. I stayed with them for fun / companionship / stability etc.
Been with my current partner for 2 and a half years - love him more than I have ever loved anyone, and the thought of being without him is unbearable, but there are so many complications - he is 13 years older than me, has 3 kids fulltime, may or may not be able to father another child in the future, lives 3 and a half hours away and we are both currently unable / unwilling to move. Life with him means responsibility to 3 stepkids, restrictions on time as a couple, no more long haul holidays with a partner, and conflict between career time and new-found family time.
I feel like I am having a bit of an existential crisis lately - like I have suddenly realised that life isn't infinite, that I am getting older, that there must come a point where I stop dating Mr Right-for-now and try to find Mr Right.
How the hell do you know? I love the bones of this man - so I am certainly not settling where he is concerned - but I don't know if the lifestyle will be right for me. But the risk is huge - give up a man I adore and risk not finding that again, but finding the chance to do things "traditionally" i.e. not long distance, no kids involved, time to be a couple before being a family, learning to be parents together... or stay with him and risk looking back in 10 years and thinking I did things all wrong?
I know I'm a cowardy custard. Why is there no dry run at life?