I don't post here very regularly, mostly because my OLD has never resulted in an actual meet up despite countless messages and quite a few 'phone calls. There was this Portuguese policeman with whom something could have happened; I guess bad timing, etc. means it wasn't meant to be.
For those of you who might recall I met a photographer way back early August with whom I felt a mutual thing going on but because he is the ex of a friend of mine (there have a four year old son together) we kept away from each other. End of September, whilst working on more photos for my work project, we finally threw ourselves onto each other
and then I kept him at arm's length, again because of loyalty for my friend. In November, after spending 10 minutes on the school car park
things started escalating between us and we've been seeing each other since then.
We only get to see each other once a fortnight (he lives an hour's drive away and we have one weekend every two weeks without our respective children). At first we were clear about a no strings attached thing but after a mere month that went out of the window. He's been amazing. Things are passionate between us but we are both good talkers so that, hopefully, will stand us in good stead.
My friend still doesn't know. It's a bone of contention for me but we both feel it's better to see where we are going before opening the lid on things, in particular because my friend's father has just died this week from cancer and we both wanted to let her get through this ordeal the most serenely possible. Some of you might feel indignant about this. It is not an easy decision to reach
The truth, if we are still together, must come out; hopeful over January.
I'm freaking out though. I am so scared at times as I'm definitely developing feelings for this man, and he is too, I know. I spent the first night at his this weekend and at 3am I freaked out. I woke him up (poor sod) and told him I should go home and I thought it would be better for us to stop seeing each other. I know, I'm really, really stupid! Thankfully he was super calm, despite being woken up in such an unpleasant manner, and we talked about things calmly. Afterwards he told me his feelings had not altered one jot because of this and that I was absolutely allowed to me imperfect. In short, nothing had changed for him.
I felt awful for pushing him away like that: old wounds and all that. I must stop from overthinking...
Do any of you find yourselves panicking in the early stages of a new relationship, however well it might be going?