Reflecting back on how I ended up in this failing relationship in the first place. The first time I met OH, I remember thinking what a boring, detail orientated person he seemed. He then put a lot of effort into wooing me, came across as fun and adventurous but as it turns out, no he's like the man I thought he was in the beginning, the very first time I met him.
The first time I met his sister, I remember thinking how needy she came across, how she had OH pandering after her, along with their parents. Literally day and night. She couldn't function on her own. I remember thinking what a pathetic woman, as the first time I met her, she thanklessly lay on OHs sofa with a blanket over her whilst OH pandered around her making cups of tea. We then struck up a bit of a friendship, we went away together for the weekend, but 10 years later, I can say, no she's actually still quite pathetic and still has everyone pandering around after her.
His mother was particularly over-bearing the first time I met her. I remember thinking, I'm not sure I'll cope with this level of interference but let it go. Gave her countless more chances, tried to strike up a relationship with her. But again, 10 years on, I have very little to do with her because she's terribly judgemental and interferring.
My Uncle once told me to trust my gut when meeting someone for the first time, that first impressions matter. I always thought that you had to give it time to get to know someone, maybe he was right?
I'm trying not to make the same mistakes again, hence the reflections.