Bloody hell. I'm so frustrated.
Split up with a guy years back. It was one of those anxious (me), avoidant (him) situations that cost me years of therapy.
We stayed 'friends' after, basically which consisted of me mooning of over him to no avail...and eventually us sleeping together while I continued to pine for more. He always held steadfast that he never wanted to get back together.
Eventually he had the good sense to realise it was unhealthy and we didn't speak for about 18 months. I met someone else, we both got in with our lives.
After my last relationship ended, during those first really miserable post-break-up days, I dropped him a line. No excuses. I was vulnerable and sad.
We reconnected and our weird friends-with-benefits thing picked-up where it left off. The only good thing was that all my feelings for him were gone. I felt so proud that, despite the physical side of our relationship, we'd finally got to a place where we could be friends without me having feelings for him. I've often lauded it as a great 'success' story.
This wasn't me burying my head in the sand either, I was genuinely able to see him, spend time with him and even be physical with him, and not give it/him a second thought otherwise. The last time I saw him was literally a few days ago and I sat there and thought 'wow, who'd have thought it, 4 years on and here I am with no romantic feelings for you whatsoever'.
Except it was my nan's birthday at the weekend and he was in the same pub we were eating in, and came over and sat with us and spent the afternoon with us all. And every bloody feeling I had for him came back. It was like someone turned the clock back 4 years.
I cannot believe, four years on, I'm back here realising I have feelings for him. A matter of days ago I had looked at him and wondered what I'd ever seen in him!
I almost feel ashamed of myself.
Not really even sure why I'm posting other than to get it off my chest.