I tried posting this on Reddit but, it was removed because I mentioned our kids... so I'm posting here somewhat anonymously. I know a lot of you will know who I am right away but, for now, I'd rather not say who I am or have it revealed for me so, please don't.
Back story:
I'm an avid gym rat. I (44M) used to be a boxer and a loooong time ago I dabbled in MMA. I still hit the bags and grapple a few days per week on top of lifting and biking but, I no longer compete, I just like to stay in shape. I joined a gym about five years ago after moving to a new town specifically because they had punching bags and, shortly after joining, while I was working out, the person working the front desk wandered over and said, "Are you married? Someone wanted me to ask, I'm not going to say who but, they wanted to know." I told her I was married. And at that point I had been for a little over 12 years. I didn't think too much of it and I never did try to find out who wanted to know.
Fast forward a few years and the wife has developed a wandering eye. Our kids noticed the lack of affection. We separated in February of '22 and I bought a "livable" small house that August. She got the nice house, the camper, and half of my retirement but no alimony and, I got the kids. They were my main concern. Being a forty-something, blue collar manlet, I figured that was it; aside from my kids, I would be alone for the rest of my life. I did the stereotypical thing and poured myself into lifting and training with an intensity only the lonely and broken-hearted understand.
A couple of months ago, while I was seeking blunt force catharsis from the punching bags, I was approached by someone (39F) who asked if I would mind teaching her how to box. Of course, it didn't stay platonic for long. We were very compatible with similar childhood experiences (neglect, sexual and physical abuse, etc.) that shaped us into the adults we are today. She's whole-heartedly committed to her two kids just like me and exercises nearly every day while counting calories and trying to hit 130 grams of protein per day, again just like me except I aim for 160. She's pretty muscular and I obviously I find her VERY attractive. I told her I was somewhat recently divorced, and she told me she had been divorced for just over five years. To the surprise of probably nobody, she was the one who had asked about me five years earlier.
During one of our conversations, we had the "body count talk". I knew it was coming and I knew it could be an issue. I became obsessed with becoming strong and learning how to fight from a very early age, motivated by physical abuse. While most guys were hooking up with random girls and/or women I was training and looking for fights. She asked me how many women I had been with before I met my ex-wife of 17 years.
I answered, "Two."
Her eyes bulged and she replied incredulously, "TWO?!"
I nodded and said, "Yep."
She got a far off look in her eyes and slowly lowered her head into her hands.
I didn't ask what her number was but, I'm guessing it's higher than three.
While I was punching people and getting punched growing up, she sought validation in other ways.
It didn't matter to me; we are VERY compatible physically and emotionally. It was amazing!
With both of us working full time and having children our time together was very limited. We could get together a few days per week for a few hours but, we do not work the same schedules and we do not have the same days off. Also her youngest kid is in softball and my kids wrestle and are in band. For the first month or so, maybe a bit longer, it was pure bliss. The only issue that cropped up was a bit of a discussion about money. We both make around 70,000-80,000 per year yet I still tried to pay for everything and she, having been on her own for five years, was used to paying for everything and felt guilty if someone else paid. She is extremely independent, organized, and disciplined, all things that I very much admire and find powerfully attractive. So, we worked out a deal where each of us would take turns inviting the other to something (dinner, movie, etc.) and whomever made the plans would pay. It sounded great and everything was going well until the time constraints started stressing her out and several times she said it wasn't fair to me. I made it clear I was grateful for any bit of time we had together and understood completely that it would be difficult. I noticed over the last week or so that she seemed kind of distant when we would talk.
Then, this past Saturday, she called me on her way home from work and we talked for about an hour and that's when she hit me with the girl-breaking-up-with-a-guy bingo card; "It's not you it's me, you deserve better, you're a great guy, I love you and I don't want to hurt you, I think I'm just better off alone...".
Needless to say I was a bit shocked, I was thinking long term with this relationship. I was already trying to figure out how we would all go to Disney together. So, last night, I did the only logical thing a middle-aged single dad can do and... sparred with some local pro fighters. It wasn't a kill-or-be-killed kind of sparring like what we did in the 90's and early 00's but, it felt good to punch and be punched. I could easily slip back into that world and replace physical intimacy with violence... but, I'm a bit worried about the effect it might have on my kids.
So, anyway, to those more experienced in the ways of relationships and women for that matter, would you just let her go or pursue her?