I have ASD so sorry if this is obvious to everyone else. I came out of a long marriage with 2 DCs in early teens. Did a bit of OLD but then started a relationship with someone from my past, from my twenties. He was also OLD, but was single when he pursued me.
He is wonderful. Kind and warm. Divorced, has 4 kids from 2 relationships with one third longer cohabiting thing. His DCs are grown up. We have many friends in common. He is 10 years older but we feel pretty much like equals usually. The odd power struggle.
We have been together since March. At first, it was amazing. He made so much effort, pulled out all the stops. Gradually, things have clamed away from that heady passionate phase. I knew it was not sustainable, so it wasn't too much of a shock. We still have great sex and fun times. He is less into the constant communications and puts in less effort. Saying that, he says he is utterly committed to us having a future together, and that he always liked me even when we were friends, and liked my opinions, beliefs (he knew a lot about those).
There were a few 'red flags'. I felt love bombed at the start. So much attention lavished on me! Had a feeling this could not last. Weekends away when I didn't have my DCs. Then he wanted to blend our families. We introduced the kids and told them all about our relationship, but over time we have held back a bit to give them all some space until they feel ready to join in.
Sometimes I feel a bit like I am being gaslighted: "Isn't this just the most amazing thing ever?" Yes, it is a heartwarming love story of how we knew each other all those years ago when we were growing up together, but on the other hand, any story can be heart-rending if you tell it properly. Am I cynical? Perhaps overly pragmatic. I feel like I am constantly on my guard.
Everything else should be wonderful. He seems to understand my job, I understand his, we have similar plans and interests, I live in his house when I don't have my children, and equally he comes to stay in mine. Another small red flag was that he started to suggest I move some of his things into mine. Only a couple of things, a table I might find useful, and some bookcases, very practical. But I am fearful of losing my space. I discussed this and he seemed to get it.
But but but. But what? Is this it? I feel increasingly insecure about it all. What happens now? We are both done with having kids, there are some travels and exhibitions and things to do together, but I am struggling to share my life. I feel like I am running scared: who will dump who first? How will we react? What am I investing in? I feel constantly on edge and sick with nerves. I know I need to liven up and chill out, but it is so tough when I am used to being on my own.
Does anyone else feel like this?