When I first met my boyfriend four years ago, he was still heartbroken. They had recently split because she had wanted him to propose but he needed more time, then a few months later she left him for another man.
He was deeply regretful for dragging his feet and blamed himself for the breakup.
We became friends but nothing more because I knew he wasn’t ready to get involved again with anyone.
I had a couple of relationships in the meantime then about a year ago, we found ourselves both single (and not rebounding) at the same time for the first time. We gradually became closer and finally got together about six months ago.
The trouble is, I’m torturing myself over his ex. He was madly madly in love with her, the sort of crazy heady drug-like love that doesn’t come around that often. She was also incredibly beautiful. Not just pretty but really really beautiful. And had a sort of mysterious, angelic look about her. I’m not just building her up, she really was the kind of woman who could make grown men weep at her beauty. And she had brains too. Urgh!
I’m pretty and reasonably intelligent but definitely nowhere near her league. And I’m feeling insecure that he is settling for me because it’s the best he can do.