Okay, yes, this is a little explanation heavy. Probably more than you need to form an opinion. But humor me here. Please?
At this point in my current WIP, my main protagonist (a widowed doc in her early 30s, whose husband was murdered a year prior) and my secondary protagonist (a chef in his mid fifties, made a widower and single parent when his wife died in a car accident ten years prior) are in the very early stages of a relationship. Despite the disparities in age and background, they gel in ways that make them feel alive again. So everything should be fantastic, right? But my main protagonist still has some misgivings about it at times. Especially considering the guy has an adult daughter who seems none too thrilled that Daddy has been keeping non-platonic company with a woman twenty-two years his senior. And she (the pro.) isn't the type who likes to go around upsetting familial apple carts, something she sees to often in her work as a pediatrician. There's more, of course, but down to brass tacks now --
She's always been a planner. Even as a kid. But when her husband was murdered, every plan she had for the rest of her life got obliterated in a hail of gunfire. Once the dust settled a bit, she started planning the next phase of her life. At the time she meets the secondary protagonist, a romantic dalliance of ANY kind is the last thing on her agenda, but she can't deny the attraction. Physical and otherwise, especially after he finds out he lost his wife in a car accident caused by an intoxicated driver. Finally, someone who understands what it's like for someone else to make a decision that ends the life of the one you love! In half of the first and all the second chapter, she describes the feelings of exhilaration and utter panic she feels. Feeling hopeful and terrified at the same time, because she's looking down the road and not at what's in front of her. But in my last chapter, she decides, "the hell with it." And decides to just take her friend's advice and stop overthinking and enjoy it.
BUT . . . as I'm embarking on Chapter IV, I'm thinking old habits die hard. And she still has these "Holy Crap!" moments. She fears it will destroy her. That she'll somehow drive a wedge between him and his daughter. Or what if things are great and then they start to implode and things get really bad? I have scribbled down somewhere that maybe she even says something like, "The thought of ever looking upon him with jaded eyes physically sickened me."
SO . . . what are good ways to ramp up this sort of internal conflict without making it cliche and stupid?
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