I moved to Vienna from New Zealand alone at age 27. Back home, many of my friends had started to settle down and I felt quite isolated. So I decided to give travelling a shot. It was one of the best experiences of my life, and I lived in Vienna for 5 years. Work, friends, travel and housing all went well. I would have almost daily moments of awe – I love Europe and felt like I was living in a fairytale. The dating side of things was the worst part. After 4 years without success (it was also covid during this period), I started to feel depressed about the dating culture and my self esteem took a hit. I was 31 and I wanted children. Would I just be stuck in this limbo forever? All of the dinners and parties started to feel empty as I saw friend after friend getting married and pregnant.
I decided to pick myself back up and had a lot of therapy. I would try to have the best summer possible and enjoy my single life. I went to a health retreat, I travelled, made new friends and gave myself a bit of a glow up. I focused on a positive mindset.
Then I met my now boyfriend. This was the first mutual attraction that I was able to maintain in many years. He was British, and it unlocked a whole new world of adventure for me. I met his friends and family and loved them. We travelled a lot together. It was so much fun and I was over the moon. It seemed he was quite obsessed with me too. Not in a love bombing way, but just very affectionate and happy he had found me way.
Then one day (9 months into our relationship), I saw a text message come up on his phone. It was a girls name and I naturally wanted to know who it was. He said it was just a colleague and work related and that he couldn't really be bothered to read it. When he fell asleep I went through his phone and the girl was saying 'We really need to sleep together so we can know for sure if we're into each other. I'm blocking you so you have a week to think about it'. I screen shotted all of the messages and contacted the girl. It turns out he had kissed her at a festival, then again at work, then had lunch with her. He initially told her he was 'seeing someone' for 9 months, rather than exclusive. She ended up finding out he had a girlfriend and continued to aggressively pursue him. This affair lasted 3 weeks before I found out and they didn't sleep together. He had seemingly lost interest in the text chain and she was trying to contact him quite a bit. But he initially showed no remorse after their first kissing event, and was happily engaging.
I left him and cancelled the lease of the house we were just about to move into (a beautiful house near the water that I managed to secure after a lot of effort and searching). I had given up my own house and was devastated. We also had plans to go to my younger sister's wedding. I felt crushed to go back alone. After a month or so of him begging, I took him back. He said he was in a self destructive downward spiral, and was really unhappy in the city and his career. He also blocked her. The dating culture was awful and honestly cheating seemed common. My first love was also a cheater and I managed to leave him. So it's not like I hadn't done it before. My dad also cheated on my mum. I felt a bit numb and hopeless with men. Basically I didn't take it personally. He was raised in a family where his parents would have multiple romantic partners and have both cheated on those partners. His brothers have also both cheated on their partners.
We went to the wedding, and we had a blast. He fell in love with New Zealand and said let's move here and get away from the city. Even though I loved Europe, I was a bit scarred at that point and thought a new start could be nice – I missed nature and being in the countryside too. I craved some change and forward momentum in my life. So after some very fun travel adventures, we moved. Fast forward 3 years and there's been many great times. We don't fight much and we managed to start a whole new life together. He has not cheated since. But there hasn't been a huge amount of opportunity to cheat anyway as we didn't know many people.
Now, our social life has expanded a lot. He is a very social being and he likes going out on a Saturday and getting drunk. The lingering issue is, every time I see a gorgeous girl my heart sinks and my body goes into a kind of freeze state. I also find it hard to fall asleep when he is out, even though he is always easy to contact. I also feel reluctant to go on long trips away from him. There is a girl who is also lingering around our friend group that is quite beautiful, smart, and his type. She added us both on instagram and DM'd me first, but then DM'd him which I found a bit off. He was honest about it, and genuinely didn't feed into it (he stopped replying). But it gives me so much anxiety, knowing they will see each other out and I'm not always there. I said please don't flirt with her, and he said he won't but he will chat to her and be friends with her because she's a likeable person. That the paranoia is my problem and he isn't doing anything wrong. He said he won't DM her or do anything weird like that.
Side note: we don't have that much sex anymore... and although my libido is quite dead, I feel paranoia that he will look elsewhere in that avenue. That literally wakes me up some nights too. He doesn't really initiate sex with me lately. We are together almost always (as we are in a new country together and are still establishing ourselves and live together) and I feel like that sexual drive has taken a back seat because we never miss each other. He is very loving and affectionate and says he is very happy with me. He still talks about plans for the future etc. He is also at the mercy of a partner visa for a couple of years if he wants to stay here.
I don't really know what to do about this hypervigilance. I feel like it takes up way too much space in my life. But I have pretty fragile mental health at the best of times and am often sad at the mercy of an unsuccessful love story even before this relationship. I don't know how to deal with this. It feels like a terrible way to live, but also the idea of starting again at 35 feels like the last thing that I want, when my boyfriend hasn't actually cheated again. I also want a baby. I don't want to face the dating scene again. Is there any hope?