A bit of background. I'll try to paint as complete a picture as I can.
I'm 39M. I think I'm what's called a serial monogamist. One serious relationship after another, no cheating (well not on my part) and I always end the relationship BEFORE finding someone new. It's the decent thing to do. I think it's probably the case that in general my partners have loved me more than I loved them, though I did love them.
15 months ago a 10 year relationship (my longest) ended when my ex suddenly stole my children and jumped on a plane to another country. This was not the first time a woman had lied to me and betrayed me but it was by far the most hurtful and damaging. It's fair to say I have some trust issues.
5 months ago I tried online dating, quickly met a woman who I fell for in a big way (she liked me too, but not as much - my pace was way too fast) then just as quickly I panicked and sabotaged our rapidly blossoming relationship after just a week and a half. That week and a half was hell. Couldn't eat couldn't sleep. The bad kind of falling in love. Realising I was not ready, I waited.
1 month ago I returned to online dating and managed to get quite a lot of dates in a few weeks, eventually resulting in meeting E.
E is amazing. Beautiful. Extremely intelligent (I feel a bit stupid by comparison). Full of life. Amazing in bed (again I feel inadequate by comparison). We spent 10 consecutive days together, her taking time off work to be with me (I am off work anyway at the moment) and in the last couple of days we were together I started to feel a real connection to her. Problem is, in spite of her obvious interest in me, I am feeling insecure and getting "paranoid".
Two days ago she left for Calais where she is spending a week doing volunteer work at the refugee camp. Since then I have been panicking. She's Italian and started online dating just after brexit (I'm in the UK btw) - maybe she just wants to marry a Brit so she can stay in the UK? I know that's silly but these are the sort of thoughts I'm having.
She's 43, never married, no kids, and I sense that she is terrified of any sort of responsibility or commitment. She told me her mother committed suicide when she was 12, and her late teens and early twenties were a drug induced blur of escapism and one night stands.
I can't shake the feeling that through this whirlwind romance she is acting out some sort of fantasy: an idealised, child like idea of what love is. She's very open and talks freely about past relationships, and what she says worries me. She gets a big crush, as she puts it, then enters into a relationship with someone, then invariably gets bored of the sex after 18 months (in my experience sex only gets better the more years you spend doing it with one person) but she stubbornly sticks with the relationship (always at a certain emotional distance) until she gets a crush on someone else, then she switches. This does not sound to me like a healthy pattern.
I like her a lot, can't stop thinking about her actually, but there are some alam bells going off. Is she bad news or am I just still not ready for a relationship?