When I was 22 I met a man 16 years my senior. He was a 'saviour' of sorts, I came from a dysfunctional home. Within a few months we lived together and within 2 years we'd had a child and gotten engaged. When I was 25 I'd been in therapy for a while, I'd worked on myself and I realised a lot. I've never been in romantic love with him, he had just come along and offered the stability I craved and it had been so easy to go along with it and play this role. I had no financial concerns and could live a very nice, on paper, life being with him. We were great friends, that was always true.
I knew however he could offer our son a lot more than I could, and that he was a brilliant father who would never settle for less than 50/50 custody, and he deserved that. Ultimately I didn't want to lose my son half of the time, and myself and my partner have always gotten on. I love his company, we make a good family and I genuinely wasn't unhappy if I stayed. I just knew it wasn't romantic.
So, rightly or wrongly, probably wrongly.. I stayed. I knew I wanted a sibling for my son, so we had another child. We have made many happy memories as a family over the years, and my son and my daughter have had great childhoods. It's not been particularly bad for myself or my partner either, we remained engaged but never married, I never really felt I loved him enough to marry, and he never pushed either. We have enough of a relationship sexually that neither of us have strayed, but I have always felt I am missing out on real love. I just counted my blessings that my children had a good father, a stable upbringing and that I didn't have to miss out on so much time with them in their younger years.
I think what I struggle with now is, have I made my bed? Is it selfish to leave now, and finally pursue my own wants and needs, now that I have been there to raise my children, and can now enjoy a bit more freedom to find my own happiness?
Or is it horribly selfish, I'm young enough to potentially meet somebody new, have a whole new life. He is obviously 16 years older, and is perhaps more unlikely to do so. I am feeling completely at odds with myself. I feel guilty towards him, that he wants to enjoy this next stage in his life and I am here threatening it all. I have no doubt if handled well we can continue to be good parents to our DC, but I just feel so guilty.