Just that. There’s been a few weeks of him being distant, two instances of… “unsuccessful” sex, our first proper row about Jordan Peterson ffs, then this week he booked a September holiday alone without saying anything (not a problem per se — I love holidaying alone — but it would be nice to be told!).
I’m 47, he’s 34. No particular reason given, apart from he feels like he’s just treading water and his “head’s a shed” — that expression gives me the ick anyway, thank Christ — so I’m not sure if he’s having a premature midlife crisis/wants kids now/is shagging elsewhere (successfully, no doubt). There isn’t much point discussing it as it’s hurtful enough without hearing a list of my perceived faults.
It’s been a lovely 4 years; he was always truly thoughtful and supportive through major life changes, and a very wise owl. Never demonstratively affectionate and useless at intimate conversation, but he’s ex-Special Forces and quite a manly sort, plus bitter experience has taught me that anyone can say they love you but actions speak louder than words!
We don’t live together but see (saw 😔) each other every day, look after each other’s dogs and share everything. It seemed an ideal set up for two people that enjoy their own space and independence in the happy knowledge that someone always has your back. I haven’t told anyone yet; too embarrassing when everyone, including his mother, said he adored me.
Thanks for reading, I’m wandering round the house like a lost soul and even the dog thinks I’m being weird so he’s gone to sleep in the spare room! Any company much appreciated…