I have one child.
At that time I had been with my husband 16 years (married for 8).
I had turned 37 and had been advised to stop taking the pill. I didn’t know if I wanted children, but as I was not feeling broody, I still wanted to take precautions. My husband said he didn’t mind, it was entirely up to me.
Up until that moment I had never been pregnant.
I thought it was not unreasonable to ask my husband to takeresponsibility for once and asked him to wear a condom.
After a while he was all “ BuT I can’t fEeL aNyThiNG” so he eventually pressured me into him just doing the pullout method.
Surprise, he couldn’t even do that right. He didn’t even tell me at the time, so when I realised I was pregnant I was pretty shocked.
He’s never said oops I’m sorry, but just jokes “I treated myself” like I was having such a good time that somehow I was stopping him from physically pulling out.
I love my Dd beyond worlds and I wouldn’t be without her. She’s an adult now and is a huge support while I’m divorcing her father.
The only other person I’ve ever told about this to was my therapist, who made me realise how twisted this was.
Ok accidents happen, but to accept no responsibility and to always ‘jokingly’ blame me is beyond the pale.
Thankyou for my opportunity to unload. I’m glad I have my Dd, I’m grateful to have her.