I don’t know how to ever get over this. I know I have to but if anyone has been here and can help me work out how I would be eternally grateful.
Around 3 years ago I met someone that was completely wonderful to me. He really wanted to be with me, he compromised, he was caring, open, committed. All of this terrified me and if I was to criticise him at all I’d say he was probably a little intense but not in a creepy way. He would often send lots of texts even if I hadn’t replied. He wasn’t arsey about anything though. He was very kind to me and wanted the best for me. I did fall for him. As time went on he wanted me to move in - all the sort of stuff that now I would do ANYTHING to find. I got scared, ended things, packed my bags and went travelling for six weeks. On my return, around four months later, I realised I had made a mistake. I didn’t know how to get back in touch and after a couple of months deliberating how to do this, I eventually made contact and he was lovely again. He wanted to meet etc. We arranged to meet up after a few lovely phone calls. We met, it was amazing and everything felt right. We arranged another date and in this time, someone he had met on a night out and spent two weeks with while she was staying in the local area (it’s a tourist hotspot) got in touch to say she was pregnant. He didn’t tell me for a couple of weeks and when he did he said why hadn’t I come back into his life sooner, he was so confused and sad about all this etc etc. Anyway in summary he ended things to try and ensure that this woman wouldn’t keep the baby far away from him and he tried to make it work with her. I get all of why he did this and I don’t know what their situation is like or how it panned out and I don’t intend to find out.
Ever since this day I have beaten myself up about it. Why didn’t I see what I had at the time? It’s been made worse as I’ve recently ended a six month relationship after noticing just how awful some men can be and it’s made me compare with him even more.
I can’t stop thinking about it, I long for it, wish I could turn back time. I hate myself for it. I know I have to stop doing this but I just don’t know what to do. He’s always on my mind.