This has reared it’s head again after I posted in a thread in AIBU earlier. It’s a bit long sorry!
When I was 17 I had a boyfriend. We weren’t together a very long time but we had fallen very hard for each other. He went abroad for work for a fixed term contract and we were very certain that we would stay together. We’d have the long phone calls every night and sent each other gifts regularly. I really loved him.
While he was away I had a really traumatic miscarriage. I hadn’t known I was pregnant - I’d always had very irregular periods and I’d had a couple while I was pregnant so had no idea. Trigger warning bit - I gave birth to a tiny fetus at home which was so painful and terrifying for me at that age. My mum took me to the hospital in shock.
I was told how far along they thought I’d been. And the number of weeks put it before I met my boyfriend. I’d had a one night stand a few weeks before, there’d been a condom rip and I’d taken the morning after pill but realised (incorrectly) that it must have been that guy’s baby.
I remember the phone call where I told my boyfriend about it and I remember him asking if it was his baby. I’m a very honest person so said it wasn’t from the dates.
A week later he broke up with me. He was lovely about it but said that he just couldn’t cope with the idea that I’d been pregnant with someone else’s baby the entire time. I was completely devastated.
Fast forward about six years and I was TTC with my now Ex-H. I bought pregnancy books and learned for the first time that they date pregnancies from the first day of your last period. I know it seems stupid to not have known that before. It felt like a punch to the stomach and I realised that the baby had almost certainly been my boyfriend’s all along.
Back then I was married and got pregnant with my DD so it should have been irrelevant but even then I struggled with it. Fast forward to now and I am divorced and alone (happily so most of the time I hasten to add).
Basically, I struggle with knowing that the reason he broke up with me didn’t exist. And that maybe, just maybe, if it had been his he wouldn’t have broken up with me. Separately to that, it actually upsets me that he never knew it was his.
I know this whole story makes me seem really silly and young even now - I’m actually nearly 30 now.
Every now and then I look at his Facebook profile and consider contacting him and telling him the truth. Logically I know that no good would come out of it. He’s married with kids - the information would likely mean nothing to him.
So I’m asking for advice on how to resolve this thing within myself so that I can come to terms with it.
Please be kind.