I’ve NC. My ex partner left me while I was miscarrying this year. I was a broken person and all the time it was happening he repeatedly left the house to talk on the phone to his mum, gone for 2 hours at a time. The second day he went to work and then text me saying it was over, he wanted me to leave the house before he got back. I’m ashamed to say that in the middle of what I was going through I begged him to change his mind. I begged him to stay with me while I went through it as I was scared and couldn’t see anyone else due to the pandemic. I didn’t want to be alone. He told me I had ‘exhibited irrational and dramatic behaviours’ which meant the relationship was no longer workable for him. His mother text me to say ‘have you never dealt with a crisis before?’
This was because I was sobbing and a mess and alone mid pandemic and couldn’t see anyone other than my partner and I was shaken about what was happening, waiting to see if it would pass or if I needed medical management. It was hard even getting a medical appointment at the start of the pandemic. He told me he knew people who had miscarried and that it was no big deal. This made me more distraught and alone. I don’t consider my crying and panicking to have been out of the ordinary, though maybe I’m wrong about that. I’m usually a calm person and did everything for him from cleaning, his washing, tidying and food shopping, while holding down a job a similar level to him. He knew this reaction was because I was in a bad place.
When it first happened I blamed myself and thought it was me that had caused him to end it. I still have doubts now but hold on to the fact someone who loved me wouldn’t have done that to me. I left before he got home that day and he never contacted me ever again. That still shocks me to this day. It feels so cruel.
I just needed to post this as I struggle some days and today is one of them. I would rather not talk about the miscarriage in further posts and it is hard to think about. But I still struggle with getting my head around the fact a man I trusted and spent so much time with, supported, cared for, could do that to me. It felt like a betrayal. I don’t know if I can ever trust anyone again. I know this sounds like woe is me, most days I pick myself up. Just not ok today and any future relationship prospect seems impossible. I’m 36 so would have loved to have met someone.