Here’s the deal: I’m 38, female, and have been single for 8 years now. I’ve dated plenty in that time, but haven’t come across a real romantic relationship, until now. At this point, being a single mom and completely independent has become a part of my identity, both to myself and to my friends and family. I’m used to being the boss, doing everything, and taking full responsibility- it’s just who I am. I do get help here and there from friends and family, but for the most part, I stand alone. It’s something that was new to me, and scary, and very difficult for a long time, but I can honestly say that I have come through to the other side and am much stronger and happier for the time spent alone.
Now along comes this guy. And he is perfect for me. Just the right amount and combination of looks, class, kindness, funniness, manliness, etc. Everything that I have ever hoped and dreamed for. I want him. He wants me. Life is sweet. I am actually falling in love with him, and him with me.
Except, I have been having these twinges of sadness/wistfulness/discomfort? For one thing, I do not like change. I thrive on routine and boring, and I don’t adapt quickly to new. Also, there are so many things I’m not used to. He says, “I worried about you.” I say, “Oh, that’s sweet.” I think, “Nobody worries about me- I worry about other people. Hmmph.” I think about a time that may come that I’ll have to consult with another on how to spend my time and money, how to keep my house, where to live, etc. I think back to my first (and only) marraige when I was not in love but trapped, and I know that I could never experience that again.
Another thing is that as a highly sensitive person, I need a lot of alone time. And I mean A LOT. How am I s’posed to deal with being around an actual other person 24/7? Right now I build in a decent amount of alone time without the kids, and it makes me a very happy mom which makes my kids happy. Not that I don’t enjoy being around them, they’re all very good kids and we do enjoy our togetherness, but there’s built into me a very strong need for occasional solitude. Is he going to understand that, and not take it personally? On a grander scale, is he going to accept all my quirks and seemingly strange needs and moods and whims? I’m not used to it!
Did anyone here who was single for a long time find themselves in a relationship that was definitely wanted yet plagued by these feelings? How did you work it out- or did it just naturally work itself out? All you need is love?
If this thread sinks like a stone, it has still helped me to process this- but I would appreciate any opinions.