I went to university aged 18 and met a boyfriend. We quickly slept together and had what felt like a serious relationship. I fell pregnant. It was an awful time. I did not tell my mum and dad, they're devout Catholics and I felt I couldn't. He did tell his mum, who arrived at our uni and told me that the baby would wreck both of our lives and put pressure on me to have a private abortion, which they would pay for. Which I did. On my 19 th birthday. My birthday is June, so it was vacation shortly afterwards. My mum, I don't know how, guessed what had happened. She was very supportive as was my dad in his way, but I had a bit of a breakdown. It ended up that boyfriend and I took a year out of uni and lived with his parents in his home town in South Wales a long way from my home town for a year. We went back to a different uni, same one as each other though, and did different courses the following year. I was still not over it, and behaved erratically and found life hard. We split up. He got a new girlfriend. We graduated, with difficulty in my case, and moved on. I met my dp and had a baby very quickly ( when I was 22) and we are still happy and have just had DS 2 who is 5 months old.
Facebook has just shown me that my uni boyfriend married the girlfriend he met in our uni town in South Wales and has two small children ( because we have a random mutual friend).
I am happy. I love mypartner and our children. But looking at ex's profile pic of his children has made me cry.
I am now 35, by the way.