I'd usually talk to my mum about stuff like this, or friends but my mum isn't here anymore and friends have kids and own worries. I am 29 years old.
2 years ago, I ended my relationship, just before the pandemic hit. We had been together for 3 years and were friends for 5 before that. I moved to his city, where we lived together. We ended things as we wanted different things for the future, I wanted marriage, kids, commitment and he wanted to be free, young and single. Fair enough.
I moved to a different, but nearby city and started to rebuild my life and went no contact which was hard. Within 3 weeks, we were in lock down. My ex would come frequently, maybe every 6 weeks or so to see me during this time, which wrongly I welcomed. My family were 100 of miles away and I didn't really have many local networks, I also was WFH, and would go days without seeing anyone. He'd usually stay over, we'd have sex, get food, and he'd leave.
This has sadly continued up until December this year. Sadly, I thought we were in the place of getting to know each other again and didn't realise that I was being used as a bed post knotch. I'm annoyingly one of those people that has a hard time separating sex from love. I last saw ex in December and by January he had a new girlfriend. Since then we've been NC, and I've tried to get on with my life.
Then this month, a friend told my ex a huge secret. One only this one friend and my parents knew. That back when ex and I were friends, 10 years ago at 18, I got pregnant by him and put the baby up for adoption. I didn't consult ex at the time, at that time he was a sort of odd friend i'd see and hang out with, would smoke weed and do stupid stuff- far from the 30 year old professional he is today. I had no idea he would become my future boyfriend years later. I never told him, not because I didn't want to, but because it's a thing i've felt so much guilt and anguish over. I think I would've told him when I felt confident in the relationship, and ready to- but in those 3 years I never felt that.
Now, obviously i'm furious at my friend who says it was accidental and she thought he knew but also my ex hates me. He's called me decietful, a liar, evil and has blocked me on everything. I'm also frightened that he's going to tell mutual friends, his parents, and i'm going to have to dig this all up again.
I just don't feel like myself. I haven't had a bath in days, I'm barely eating and I can't even bring myself to talk to anyone. I can't go to the gym and I can't focus on work- and work especially is tough as I'm a language tutor, so I have to do a lot of WFH calls. I just feel so stupid that this has all happened, and that i'll never feel happy or move on, or be myself again. I don't even know where to start.