This is a bit complicated so I will try to keep it simple! I went out with my first love for nearly 5 years way back in the early 80's. I went off to university and dumped him with barely a backward glance. We were young, I wanted to travel, experience new things etc etc. 23 years on and I was coming out of a really miserable marriage and we had just decided to separate for good. Pissed one night and having a surely someone loved me once evening, I found him on friends reunited and we got in touch and ended up seeing each other off and on for th last year. So much, so cliched.
The problem is, that it all goes well for a while and then we end up behaving like teenagers, storming off, mind games, misunderstandings. It seems as if we're stuck in perpetual teenagehood. Has anyone else had this experience. Have you managed to come through it? Opinions please? We're not seeing each other at the moment after a particularly stormy row, but we probably will see each other again as this is a bit of a pattern.