...And Then There Was Him...

I was married for seven years to my high school sweetheart. We had it all planned out, college together, careers, kids one day. It didn't quite work out that way. He started working long hours and seemed distant. We drifted apart until one day we sat down and talked about the end of our marriage. We both agreed it was for the best... But I couldn't bring myself to truly move on. Then he left last month, and in his absence I found a new kind of connection. One night at a small party, a man named Alex approached me. He seemed interested... but not too forward. It felt like a breath of fresh air after years of settling into routine with my ex-husband. We ended up talking more and more, and it was easy to let go around him. The kind of comfort that made me feel alive again... We started seeing each other regularly, dinners, movies, long walks... He's younger than I am by a few years, but it feels right somehow. Still, this newness isn't without its complications. There are moments when the guilt gets to me, what would happen if my ex-husband found out? What does this mean for our future? Alex and I haven't crossed that line yet... But sometimes it feels so close. It's like I'm walking a tightrope, trying not to fall into something I might regret. Yet at the same time, there’s a part of me that just wants to let go... Am I being unreasonable? Is this just a phase, or could there be more here than meets the eye? What should I do moving forward...?