So, after two large glasses of wine and after a conversation where we were both attempting to communicate - I admit I'm pretty atrocious at that - I asked DP if he loved me. And I suppose it's telling that I needed to ask.
Together for a year and a bit, with a brief (but very traumatic for me) break up instigated by him approx six months ago which was apparently a dreadful mistake etc etc. I am naturally wary but also trying not to jettison or sabotage the whole thing simply because it feels safer to be alone. It does, though!
Anyway, the answer to my question as to whether he loved me? It was, at first, "of course" then a bit of fudging, "I love you but I'm not in love with you but that's better because this feels more solid and I love being with you and want to continue building a life with you and I think of you all the time, yada, yada, yada/lots of lovely things."
I did ask and, of course, cannot unhear this. And though it's not actually what he said, the takeaway message I'm feeling is that I'm completely unloveable. Which is tapping into all kinds of horrendous stuff from childhood/past relationships and the recent "dumping."
Gah!
I'm mid 40s, he's early 50s. We don't live together though this is/was a plan for the future.
Your thoughts?