I've been with my boyfriend for a few months. I'm mid 40s and he's 12 years older.
I've always had terrible relationships. I've never had one I've considered to be long term. He and I went out with my adult son last week and when I went to the loo, he told my son he thinks I'm wonderful and my son told him he's never seen me this happy, which is true.
But every few weeks I feel an overwhelming sense of dread. I doubt everything he says, I feel its all a lie and going to come crashing down around me. Then I feel a sense of peace and 'know' with certainty that all I need to do is end it and I'll be happy again. And then it passes.
I've not shared this with him or anyone else. I don't know what triggers it. I have considered it might be hormonal as I have signs of perimenopause but I feel so wretched and filled with despair every few weeks, I can't cope with it and sometimes wonder if I would be better off ending it just so I don't feel like this 