Last year I moved me and my 2 dc across the country to move in with my dp. We had both been looking forward to it so much but basically everything went wrong - external things we had no control over which caused loads of stress, then a month after being there I found out I was pg.
I was very unsure about the pg but do not really agree with abortion, so guessed that I would just have to make the best of it. Then dp ended it 2 weeks after I found out about the baby. We had been arguing loads and he just made a snap decision.
So on autopilot I had an abortion. I still can't believe I did it. I just knew that I couldn't cope with 3 dc on my own as 2 had been hard enough. And then 4 days later I moved near to my family.
Dp says as soon as I left he realised what a terrible mistake he had made. Our relationship had been perfect up until the point where I moved in. It was a proper fairy tale. Then we had major stress after major stress and dp explains it like he had some kind of breakdown. He spent the next month constantly on my case to take him back. I didn't want to know as I felt so hurt. I had left the place I loved, given up my business, take dd1 out of the school she loved, all to make a new life with him, then backed me into a corner where I felt I had no option but to abort my baby. Six weeks from when I moved to when I had the abortion and me and the kids were out on our ears with literally nothing.
I was adamant it was over for good, but one day, after a couple of months, something changed and I realised that I was still in love with him. I agreed to give things another go, and just take things very slowly. We now live about 150 miles apart but he agreed that he would do all the driving, and in the 3 months we have been back together he has made a real effort. He feels so guilty about what happened and has been the perfect boyfriend.
It's not easy though as I blame him for the abortion, and the whole process completely messed my head up. I cry for the baby I killed every day, and I am getting counselling but its not really helping. I am fixated with how far pg I would be now, and I feel like I am losing it more and more the closer the would be due date comes.
I love him like I have never loved anyone else, but I really don't know if I can ever forgive him for what happened. I feel a bit like he cheated on me, in the sense that my faith in him has gone. He, ironically, is desperate for us to have a baby as what happened last year is eating him up, but I have no interest in having another baby, I just desperately miss the one I aborted last year.
I am now living in a new place where I don't really know anyone, other mums don't seem particularly friendly and though I see dp most weekends I am generally on my own.
Don't really know what think anymore. Sorry for the rambling.