I am the worst person in the world to give any advice, but that ain’t gonna stop me.
I thought that it was for life, but saying that, I wasn’t sure that she was the perfect person for me – anyone who says that J sounds like a dying cat just can’t be for me. Nevertheless, I was "content" and it sure seemed better than picking up strangers in bars only to find out that they are men with their love truncheons tucked in some little special pouch and then you start kissing them and notice that they have beards and you are in deep trouble. Not sure if that happens, but I’ve seen the crying game.
What I’m trying to say, is that now looking back, all I see is how perfect everything was, which it wasn’t, and I know I’m gonna be feeling this for w hile. But if I had ended it when I had doubts, it would be a breeze now, and I wouldn’t be in the "what if" situation, which is the worst thing possible. But I don’t know anything about your situation, so my only real advice is don’t listen to your friends. Hope it works out for the best, I really do.
And just to keep this "on subject of thread" I’m going to eat and booze until I’m sick on my shoes for Christmas.
Happy yule y’all.