I just went though this.
I met someone just three months after my wife decided that I was a dud. Yep. A few months.
She was under a year from her own divorce.
I had been on dates the previous couple of weeks and had enjoyed tea, coffee, a picnic and this date I was going on with her was just to fill in Sunday and see some art. She was doing the same.
We ended up going to Dinner, after lunch and talking until late in the morning, a few days later we were in bed. This lasted for some months and then I hit the wall, in fact we both did.
I had to tell her that I could see no future, not that I didn't see one with her, but that I simply could not see one at all! She was the same.
We had frantically been manufacturing a future, both knowing that it was fantasy, almost like an affair and this made us both very uncomfortable. It is the thing we had lost. Our futures and that is the hardest thing to come to terms with.
So I ended it. I told her
I broke her heart and I broke mine and we both realised that while the timing was shocking and we both have problems to deal with. we both really, really like being with each other. Our kids had met and they were trying to get us back together!
A few weeks ago I called her. I apologised and asked if we could perhaps see each other. No expectations and no grand hopes for the future.
Since then we have had a more healthy relationship. We rarely talk about our ex partners, we rarely play pretend lives, but it is real and I am very glad to be with her when we can fit each other in.
Do I love her? It is so long since I have experienced a young love that I fear I do not recognise it. Going with the flow