So, MuseumFriend.
he was my boyfriend when I was 17/18. He was a year above me, went to Uni first. He came from quite a posh family (emotionally fucked up though), mine were on the breadline (also emotionally dodgy). He went off to Uni. I found someone more 'grown up' who I thought would take care of me. Fast forward 30 years. I have a series of operations re my mobility. One goes really wrong and I think I will be paralysed and in the 5 days I am flat out / hallucinating I decide to contact all the people who have ever meant anything to me and see how they are doing. Old friends, distant family, the lot! :)
First one I contact is DOM - urgency is there to help with my gifted SEN kid (my exH is beyond useless with the kids and I have almost no wriggle room to help either). So he says he will help ds but then I get the whole 'lost love of my life' stuff. He wants to help me, help kids, marry me, have a child with me, write a book with me, (I am writing, he wants to) - it is overwhelming and amazing - like finding nourishment for the first time in decades and emotionally /intellectually starving that I am, I start to scarf down the 'nourishment' he is offering not realising how tainted it is (he is a classic narcissist).
Now it has ended, I am struggling with a depression the like of which I have not had for 30 years. I hugely regret contacting him.
MusuemFriend is delighted to hear from me. Asks why my FB page is so locked down, I explain about abusive childhood and series of bad interactions with men as I learned to process effects of it. I say I had an esp difficult tangle with an ex last year which has left me on my knees. He is kind. Suggests a meetup. I am a bit wary after DOM and also as MuseumFriend has 'done well' and I have not so I feel awkward. Plus DOM was vile about my changed appearance. I had arranged a weekend trip to see DOM (my birthday and a big one at that!) before he went NC on me. I still wanted to go as £ spent, so seeing MuseumFriend seemed a good idea. (I also ended up seeing DOM but another story). So MuseumFriend (MF) and I met and had a nice day looking around the museum, lunch, early supper and he heads off for train. We got on well. He offered some useful comments about my family, we chatted about kids, jobs, spouses, politics - the lot. He told me not to fret about my appearance, I 'looked fine' but apart from that no flirting, no touching at all, not so much as a hello / goodbye peck. He did say that it might be the only time we meet as his wife 'seemed anxious about it' and I said yes, fine, we are 400m apart after all. I almost gave him a hug as he left (I am a hugger) but I didnt in case he misread it. Now I am glad.