Thanks @Miracleon34thstreet
The whole conversation felt utterly surreal. Still does really. I would've sworn he wasn't the type to do that. He is devastated at what he caused. OW is older than both of us (I'm 26, he's 31 and she's 33) and doesn't know about me but has told him from the off she wants nothing to do with him and he won't be seeing the baby. He thinks she used him for that. He knows that's no excuse obviously but I know that he'll be miserable for a very long time if he isn't allowed to see the child. He's very paternal and has always wanted one. I do feel sorry for him in that aspect and will probably help him fight it if he ever asks. I did mean it whenever I told him I'd love him no matter what. The desire to sort things isn't even gone after this whole shitshow. If he showed up at my door now and begged, I'm not strong enough yet to say no. I know one day I'll be fine but things are too raw. I haven't even known for more than a few hours yet.
The worst part was I got so upset and didn't want to leave the relationship with any lies so I told him about the suspected mc I had a few months back. I had a faint positive and spent a couple of days trying to get my head around it before deciding how to tell him, silly me wanted it to be special for him. Nothing extravagant, just a nice few moments together to celebrate. Anyway, I started bleeding before I had the chance and decided not to tell him as it would only have hurt him. I thought it would be cruel to create to image of our child, only to tell him it was gone in the same sentence. It was the only thing I was never 100% truthful about in 4 years. I regret it now but I just couldn't see what good telling him would do.
I am devastated at the thought of him being tied to this other woman for life. For the record, I feel much more revulsion and hatred for him than I do her. It is entirely his fault. He really isn't in a good place right now, he has very poor mental health and pretty strong suicidal thoughts (for the past year so long before this happened). Again, it's no excuse but I am so hurt that he chose to act this way. He's also addicted to steroids which has altered his personality beyond recognition. He isn't the man I met and fell in love with. I'm grieving for the person I thought he was and whom I was hopeful I'd get back one day if I supported him to get help.
I have definitely begged in the past. We've had rocky patches before but I thought it was because so much has gone wrong for it. It felt like the universe was against us (series of bereavements on both sides, financial hardship, serious illness on my side, trouble with jobs etc.) My self esteem is on the floor. He's never seen me naked in anything other than total pitch black. I'm a couple of stone overweight (due to medication and chronic illness meaning I can't exercise) and also disabled. Can't help but think that didn't help matters either. I wasn't sick at the start of our relationship but have gradually gotten worse. I have believed for a long time that I am worthless and no one else would take me on. On the other hand, I almost feel grateful for a concrete reason to end things forever. Before it was just a feeling that things weren't working out, no one had really done the other any wrong. And even now, I'm victim to the sunken cost fallacy. 4 years of my life down the drain and all that.
It's just a whole big mess. I don't want to tell anyone irl. I know my family and friends would support me but I cannot deal with any more pity in my life right now. I can't be that person who's relationship ended so dramatically badly. He was close to my immediate family and I don't want to cayse them any ill feelings towards him (for their sake only). They would all be devastated and feel duped beyond belief. I will protect them from that.
I thought he was the person I'd spend my life with and the hardest part about all this is finding out that person doesn't exist.
Sorry for the incoherent ramblings readers!