I will start with saying I don't have any issues. I never had a relationship remotely similar before. I am not attracted to broken birds or wounded men. I just happened, this one time, to fall in love with one of those people.
I am in my mid 40s, with grown children (as has he).
The relationship was always different because he was the right person. Issues aside, there wasn't anything I didn't love about him and he about me. The relationship made me better. I was better at work, I was happier, I was stronger and it felt like the easiest and most comfortable thing in the world.
The red flags showed up six months in when I noticed signs of "commitment phobia" or whatever it is. It was hard to spot because he always wanted to be with me and he never blew remotely cold; but he kept a distance and separation between me and all else.
I remember a relative died and he didn't mention it at all until weeks later. I remember him being strangely too busy for my family events. I remember him not really bringing me into his life fully. I never met his kids (he met mine) but I found this really odd after two years together!
I was pretty chilled out and patient, but over time those things got worse. He took a job three hours away from where we lived and suddenly we were commuting at weekends and things seemed to be moving in the opposite direction of where I wanted them to go.
It was always kind of hard to pinpoint, because he was clearly devoted and besotted and was really a model boyfriend, but he was acting like he was also not keen on being fully partnered up. He just felt more safe and comfortable with me at a distance. And that made me sad because what I wanted was a committed life together.
So, I ended it.
I ended it for a fair while too - probably eight months. He used the time to learn about himself because he said he loved me and losing me was not an option. So he did some work on himself.
He was able to open up about childhood abuse, and some really difficult things from his past, and he was able to begin counselling. He started reading books on attachment and identified he had avoidant attachment and he told me he understood everything I wanted and he wanted it to desperately, and he really loved me, so please - could we give it another go?
So we did.
And this time I set some boundaries - milestones for the sort of life I wanted. And we started dating again. This time around was completely different. He introduced me to his kids and family. He took me to work events. He was basically now, totally open and no more funny stuff.
After a year of things going wonderfully and our kids becoming friends and so on, he said he wanted to be with me forever, get married and make a real life. So I gave up my flat to move to where he was.
This made sense for work purposes and also where he lived was closer to my DCs universities. He had a tiny place, not really suitable for two, so we agreed we'd get a bigger place but I'd initially stay with him until we found a place.
We made plans and dreams and we were so excited and our kids were excited too. We absolutely loved living together, and got on way better than even I expected (I was nervous after not living with a man for 12 years). We laughed all the time, had great fun and it felt like the start of everything I'd always wanted.
So I was living basically out of a suitcase. All my stuff, and the kids, still in storage as I thought we'd be getting out big new house together within weeks.
Then weeks turned to months.
I will save everyone a long and boring story, but the months turned into more than a year, and there was always some barrier to making that happen and we never did get "our home".
So I did exactly what I said I would do, and I left.
I got a house, pretty far from him (2 hours) and made home for me and my DC. I was completely devastated and felt that after five years of investing that I ended up being really let down.
He later admitted he'd been afraid, and he's been trying ever since to convince me there is a way through this but I really can't see one.
I see a person who might love me very much, but who is always going to let me down (and worse, my DC). So I have to let him go.
And it feels like a death,
Please can someone tell me that life will get better.