I ended an 19-month relationship around New Year and am struggling to come to terms with it.
Since being back in work (WFH) I’ve got my flat to myself and i’m feeling really calm, if not a bit fearful about the year ahead. I have no desire to make plans or socialise. The last few weeks have been draining with the fallout BF and I had before Xmas and I switch between feeling guilty and feeling…calm. Guilt for being so awful to him in the weeks that led to this as I was so on edge, calm because I’m no longer having to cater to him.
Ex Boyf is a lovely bighearted man and our first year together was bliss. After then it unravelled. I realised that he did a lot of daft things like parking where he shouldn’t and pissing off my neighbours in the process; forgetting his passport on our way to the airport; not pulling his weight around my home where he stayed more than his own flat. His lifestyle was what you would call free spirited and I realised none of his grand plans would ever come to be - unless I did the work for him! I felt like a nag. We had discussions and nothing massively changed except he did make an effort to be tidier etc.
Sex dropped off the menu and I found him really really frustrating during those final months, not helped by the fact he traveled a lot with his job. I admit that I snapped at him to the extent that he pulled me up on it several times and asked what was wrong. I chalked it up to stress and being uninspired during lockdown.
He was, however, consistently kind and loving towards me and my family. Towards the very end we couldn’t decide where to live (I didn’t want to move into his place as per his suggestion) and when I realised I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him after his covid isolation period, I ended things.
I was totally distraught and now feel kind of numb. What if I’ve made a mistake? What if he’s the nicest man I’ve ever met and I’ve blown something good? What if every man I meet turns me into a snappy rage machine? I really don’t want that. I know these thoughts are normal after a break up but I don’t know what to do with them. I’m just numb.
I’m 31 with no kids, no plans to have kids, can’t bear the thought of being tied down right now and after being in a controlling relationship before him I just crave being alone in my home. Maybe getting a cat (he was allergic!)
So I’m basically asking for reassurance from wise mumsnetters: have I done the right thing? Is my need for solitude normal (I would usually be out distracting myself by now).
Ty