Basically, have been with DH for 4 years and he is wonderful. Have a son together and another baby on way. I love him very much, and know he loves me too, even though we aren't particularly amorous and probably only have sex once every 10 days or so. That's just the way we are - a bit lazy I suppose!
In my former life, however, I had a very volatile and passionate relationship with an older man - it was very on-off and in the 'off' times I made the most of being single and had a fair few casual flings and one-night stands. I was probably no more crazy than a lot of girls my age but now that I am a smug married with an angelic little toddler I look back and it seems a bit debauched!
DH and I NEVER talk about our love lives prior to meeting one another (he has stated that he just doesn't want to know) but I am pretty sure that I am his first major relationship and that he has probably only slept with a handful of people. He is such a nice, wholesome guy and I mean that in the best possible way.
Since the age of I don't know when I have kept diaries. I am a writer and they are very important to me. Sometimes I read them and it's painful, or makes me cringe, or cry or get angry with myself. But I value them a lot and they help me make sense of lots of things. However, the other day DH was in the attic clearing out some stuff and came across some old university work of mine. I studied creative writing and he started to read my old work, intrigued and amused. He then came across a letter tucked away in it all which I had written to my boyfriend but never sent. The content was sexually quite graphic and referred to our rampant lovelife. He told me what he had found and was obviously very upset and - worse - disappointed in me. I am scared that he will never forget it and that it has damaged our relationship in a subtle but permanent way.
I'm now thinking that for the sake of our relationship I should bin all my old diaries and letters. There is just so, so much writing and it pops up in so many unexpected places. There is always the chance that it couold happen again. Also, I don't want my son to ever know what I got up to, and what I was like. If he grows up to be like his dad he will find such information to much to bear!
What would you do?