Ok so I’m coming to the realisation that my relationship is on the way out. I might be wrong, it might be a blip, but I’m rounding up those fluffy fuckers (ducks) just in case.
Iv read stories along the lines of “so glad I left, found my amazing partner” and they are nice to read, and don’t get me wrong, I’m not desperate to line up the next one any time soon. But I’m 35 and the thought that il spend the rest of my life alone scares me.
The problem is I’m equally scared at the thought of meeting someone new one day and navigating the fact that I have 2 small humans who, despite the fact I am the obviously shit, lacking in maternal instincts mum in the playground, mean the bloody world to me. The thought of the lack of potential lack of stability for them scares me. I just don’t think I can do it.
So basically I’m asking for your experiences of moving on with small children and how it worked out for you?