Scary reading this thread.
A month ago I ended a "relationship" that was FWB-esque with a younger man who wouldn't commit.
Still miss him, think about him all the time but made the decision to look for someone ready to commit to me, and I am in the throes of dating lovely men who want to commit to me but my heart is absolutely attached to Mr No Commitment.
So, your post scares the living daylights out of me to be honest. Especially as my exFWB feels as strongly as I do (despite the lack of commitment) and says he feels he will never be able to fully let me go.
So first to say...I don't think you are romanticising. Unless to say you are focussing on the memory of so much passion and such a deep connection that aroused feelings in you that you have never had before and probably will again. I sympathise with that. Who wouldn't remember it?
I am not sure about you, but when my FWB would ring at the door I would race down two flights of stairs and we would fling our arms around each other and almost be crying from how much we'd missed each other and were peaceful and happy to be bac together.
the passion was like nothing either of us had ever known.
but
Can I remind you also of the pain it left me in, when he didn't want to talk about a future, when he did little things to let me know he saw me as temporary and when he would not always be there when I needed him because it was "too close".
So, you know, what I am saying is...God all that passion and wonderful romance is just amazing - but the other stuff actually means more. Like who is going to be there when we face bad days or hard times and who wants to be with us enough that they can overcome their fears and fight for us. Like who changes nappies with us and who makes the choice to be there with and for us.
Those things matter more. And I get how you feel, I really, really, truly do because honestly my heart is absolutely breaking right now and I can't imagine how my longing for him will ever go away (and it makes me even sadder he does too) but I couldn't change his choices.
If he saw and read your thread he would probably cry, because I know he will be sad at the thought that in ten years I will be marrid with a baby with some lovely new partner and that he will be emailing me because he couldn't let go.
It's not romantacising.
I do think sometimes the thundebolt strikes and we meet someone who arouses something magical in us, something hard to describe but something very powerful - but not always does it mean we can live out our lives happily with them.
I am not sure about you, but given the choice, I would choose someone who would be there for me over someone who made my pulse race like that. It's sad to have to make the choice - but you do have to sometimes.
The question you won't ever be able to answr is what sort of husband and father he would have been, how that passion would have weathered the years - but if it's anything like mine has been you probably know it would have never died away.
Life is sad like that sometimes.
But when you speak about your lovely partner and family...I hope you can see the magic in that also. Sometimes we have to live with the lives we could have had, or the life we missed and see that the life we got was the one we were always meant to have.
I hope that helps a little.
I don't think anyone telling you that you are being frothy is going to help you. We feel what we feel.