As far as it goes for me, yes I was very much in love. After a couple of years of OD I'd found someone who was pretty amazing, thought about marriage, all that. However, I met her where I was working, a fourhours drive away from my kids. I have my kids on alternate weekends and holidays, which isn't enough, but it is what it is. And so I was keeping two places going, one for me and one for the kids, and driving across the country, and eventually that wasn't sustainable. So I got a job closer to the kids, so I can see them during the week, do school runs etc.
But that meant I couldn't come home to my girlfriend in the evenings, or nip round hers to watch telly and have dinner with her kids. And I really want to do that. I miss that. But when it boils down to it, if I have to choose between my kids and a life with her, well there's no competition. So things went on okay for a while, then less well, and then petered out completely over the course of several months. Break-ups and reconciliations, lots of long conversations about where this could go. All honest and open and heart-breaking, because there's nowhere it could go. I'm not going to move away from the kids again. She's not going to relocate.
So, it's done. It's shite. I'm pissed off with life. But there you go.