TW: Miscarriage/Medical Abortion
Last July, I matched with Ross on Tinder. Ross and I agreed to go for a drink and check in with each other after the first to confirm if we wanted the night to continue, we both did and I was more than impressed with his ability to communicate and listen!
We continued to casually date for the rest of July and August. I was finishing my thesis in university while working full-time and became really overwhelmed and ill from stress, Ross came over and just held me while I cried and reassured me that everything was going to be alright.
He provided advice but asked if I wanted it first, encouraged a better and healthier lifestyle, and shared a lot of resources with me that I still use and value a year later. We laughed, were goofy, but were also healthy communicators who understood each others boundaries.
Our sex life was incredible and I still catch myself day dreaming about our sex (I was on Cerazette and we also used condoms). One night the condom tore and the following morning we went to the pharmacy to get the morning after as a precaution and thought absolutely nothing of it.
Ross turned 30 in August and decided to spontaneously quit his job and travel from September. We amicably ended things in September, and he encouraged me to work hard and clear my debt so I could also travel. His parting gift was a weekend in Lisbon so I could reunite with my friends, flights and accomdation paid.
It was around this time that I noticed my period was late and I was pregnant. Ross immediately called over and held me, reassuring me that I had options, and he would be supportive of any path I chose. I shared all the reasons why I felt I couldn’t have a child i.e. I was in debt and had no fixed abode, and he reassured me that I wouldn’t ever be stuck or homeless. His travel plans were consequently delayed until I figured out what I was doing.
Of course, after taking Cerazette and continuing to, along with the morning after, the foetus had developed defects and wouldn’t survive outside the womb and they couldn’t guarantee I would go full-term. They encouraged a medical abortion, and both Ross and I agreed it was in our best interest. We cried, laughed, hugged, and felt more like lifelong friends than two people who had just met two months ago.
Ross went off to travel and I’m working hard to pay off my debt to travel.
In the meantime, I ended up meeting Paul who I thought I was compatible with. I was adament I didn’t want a relationship but I found myself wanting to be with this man! It started off strong but I recently realized he’s not the type of partner that I want. Paul doesn’t know how to comfort me, if I cry around Paul, he shrivels up like a prune and keeps a distance! Our sense of humour is different, and I don’t think we’ve ever uncontrollably laughed together unless one of us was being tickled. He’s still healing from his childhood and past relationships, and I’m still healing from my summertime sadness. Paul loves me. He reminds me daily, he compliments me, but I feel I meet his idea of the perfect woman more than anything else.
Lately, I can’t stop thinking about Ross, he told me not to waste my 20s unhappy in relationships and the words are echoing in my head. The reality is, I’m not happy with Paul and I keep comparing him to Ross. Our sex life is very mild and lately non-existent so I feel like my needs aren’t being met both physically and emotionally. Paul recently confessed he’s feeling very depressed but isn’t doing anything to actively help himself or change, and I have tried to be supportive and encouraging but he doesn’t want to do anything I actually suggest!
My issue is we have a holiday booked to Greece in August with flights paid. I would feel guilty breaking up with him beforehand but I know I would hate the holiday with him.
I know I need to let go of Ross and spend time alone to truly heal, and I am due to start back at counselling in the following weeks. I just don’t know how to deal with Paul.