Mine ended over 2 years ago and I still think about him. I can look at it rationally and see that we probably wouldn’t have worked, he wasn’t the kind of man I would have wanted as a step-dad for my kids and ultimately, I didn’t want them to have a broken home, but the way he made me feel, I miss.
Sometimes feelings aren’t black and white. He ended it with me very suddenly and it broke me. I thought he was so callous and had lied to me all along, now I realise it could have been a lightbulb moment for him that it wouldn’t ultimately work or maybe that he didn’t want to get hurt and just cut ties. It made me really sad and he wouldn’t talk to me at all so that was hard. Although all I could do was get on with it and try to salvage my marriage and put my effort into that relationship, those feelings for him didn’t just disappear. Although he might have been using me and not given me a second though since, he might have really missed me and have been going through the same pain I was. I just don’t know. So I didn’t feel the anger and it didn’t really turn me off him. It just left me feeling sad and empty for a long time.
Even now, when I hear certain songs, I wonder what he’s up to and if he’s moved on. I couldn’t have had a long term relationship with him because we were very different but he made me feel amazing and I really thought we clicked. There are lots of ‘what ifs’ still, but I’m a mum and I couldn’t break up their home to try something that probably wouldn’t have worked.
My DH is dependable, a brilliant father and 100% loyal. I felt and still feel awful that I betrayed him because I know (hand on heart) that he would never have done that to me. However, I don’t get those butterflies and there is very little passion and excitement. I know those things can wear off but sometimes they don’t. I don’t think we’ve ever really had that and it’s something that made me feel so alive. My DH and I got together very young and were very inexperienced before. He is quite happy for me to be his one and only, but I think I settled and missed out on trying things and living. He is a lovely man though and that’s why I would have been a fool to end it for this other man.
Even now, I still dream sometimes that I might bump into him (he lives 30/40 miles away) and that I might see that he still misses me and remembers what we had. The thought of him having forgotten me altogether and having used me, is still quite painful.
If only life was black and white. We want dependable but sometimes that doesn’t feel enough. Excitement on its own isn’t enough either. Those people that get both are just super lucky.