It was the relationship he had with the mother of his child.
I felt as though she was controlling and it felt like she always wanted to know what he was doing. I didn’t like how she’d be messaging him to initiate day to day conversations. Another strange thing was that he was living in a flat owned by her father.
Besides, I’d never thought about going out with someone who had a child before, I’d never had to as it wasn’t something I came across in my own world – none of my friends had children, none of their partners had children so it was an alien situation.
I don’t know if I’d ever consider seeing someone with a child again.
To be honest, I wasn’t content with being someone’s third fiancé either.
I would miss him very much but continuing the relationship didn’t just mean I would have settled down, but settling.
You do end up staying in more when you have a boyfriend, but I was also staying in to read bedtime stories and help build Lego.
My weekends had definitely changed but interestingly enough, that wasn’t what I felt, impacted my life.