I've been with my fiancé for five years, we live together in a rented house and we have a one year old. We met through mutual friends, and have always got on well. He is 15 years older than me, which I struggled with at first, but decided to throw caution to the wind and go for it. Since then everything went from strength to strength.
We moved away together when I got a good job opportunity, got our house, got engaged and had a baby. It's been a good five years, he's a great partner, dad and friend, when I can turn my brain off, everything is fine.
The problem is my head, he's unaware of any of it. For a few reasons, firstly I find myself reminiscing daily about ex partners, not still having feelings for them, but wondering what my life would look like had I stayed with them. All my exes were my own age give or take 3 years. I guess I wonder if I'd be enjoying my youth more. I get this almost sinking feeling in my gut, like I made the wrong choice.
I am struggling to start wedding planning, and I don't know if whether this is because I'm daunted by it being so much to plan, or because deep down I don't want it? I was so happy and excited when he proposed, but I just feel uncertain. Quite often I worry about the future, and whether I'll still be happy with him, and a few times I've sort of reassured myself by saying if it really did go wrong, I can leave, you can still divorce, I don't need to panic.
I know you shouldn't be thinking about divorce before you're even married. Sometimes I tell myself that's enough to walk away, but then I also feel my anxiety about the age gap is worse than the reality. I'm so anxious what people might think, I try and hide his age from people. Yet everyone who does know (all our family and closest friends) don't give a toss. I'm so anxious that one day he'll suddenly seem to old for me, or I'll change too much and not want him anymore and be trapped. None of these situations are about my feelings towards him. They may never happen, and if they did, I could leave. That's not wrong.
It's getting to the point I'm getting so consumed, I need to fully commit to what I said five years ago, that I don't care about the age gap, I care about him and our family and I'm going to stop stressing, or I need to leave.
This is long and rambling, I will add since lockdown these feelings have amplified extremely. We are actually getting on really well in lockdown which makes it harder. How can I be questioning whether to leave when we are in daily life, pretty happy? I'm just confused and I feel like it's the weight of the world on my shoulders