Oh dear. I feel like such a loser at the moment and just need some help!
Fifteen years ago i had a very passionate affair with a guy - i was 25 he was 23. we had amazing sex and a good connection and i loved his family, big, arty, friendly and so unlike my highly dysfunctional, argumentative crowd. He invited me for christmas with them and i really wanted to go but i felt i needed to keep my mum company as she had nowhere to go that year and I thought we would have other Christmases together. Except that Spring, he told me he didnt want to settle down and he wanted to sleep with other people now that I had shown him that he was attractive and good in bed!
At first i thought maybe we could have an open relationship, but obviously this was silly and i broke up with him. But we kept reconnecting and having sex and i sort of lost my head for a few months there, doing stupid stuff, like sending him sexy pictures or rants by email - it was so embarrassing. I lost 3 stone - so i was in great shape but i was also totally mental.
Anyway he moved away and i sort of kept an eye on what he was doing - he now runs a very cool club in a northern city and he is engaged to a lady who seems super nice. I am married to a good man - although he is infertile so it has been a a very stressful time the last 3 years trying to conceive - and he is also 2 decades older than me- though you wouldn't know it. So life is good but not perfect - we have a pretty amazing life, living between the UK and Italy and I have work i like and great mates etc.
About 3 years ago the hubby and i popped into his club as we were in the town. I planned to be incognito about it but his brother saw me and so did his mum ( who I got on really well with back in the day). So he knew i was there, but i just couldn't bring myself to go and say hello as i was sure that that all think i am a psycho and i felt it would be embarrassing for my husband. For weeks afterward it was like the whole wound opened up again - i cant really explain it.
But i just cannot seem to forget this guy. I even still mourn missing out on my 'one only family christmas'. It's really pathetic. And for some reason this whole fertility ordeal has upped my social media stalking. Any similar experiences? And advice. I feel like i am doing my life, my partners and my energy a disservice but i cant seem to stop and i have no idea what i am looking for.
Help!