Please be gentle with me, it's 5am and I'm sobbing my heart out yet again. This is probably going to be a long ramble, but I'm so confused right now and I don't even know where to start.
I left my husband 5 years ago, taking our children with me, as he was a lazy miserable waste of skin and I realised I deserved more.
A year later I met someone and fell deeply in love. I'm not proud of this at all, but I unexpectedly fell pregnant and decided to terminate as I knew I was in a tenuous situation and having another child would make me even more vulnerable.
Anyway. The termination was all booked but for some reason I allowed him to talk me out of it. He never actually said 'please don't terminate the pregnancy'. He maintained throughout that it was my body and my choice, but when asked he expressed sadness that he'd never had children and wished things could be different.
So I had the baby. I romanticised our future together and stupidly thought our baby would cement things. And for a year after the birth things were wonderful. I was so happy. Our son is a joy and I adore him, as does my partner. We were so happy and so loved up, my children were much happier too.
For the last year things have got progressively worse though. I don't know exactly where it began, but I think I started to voice my dissatisfaction with our sex life. We'd gone from very passionate daily sex to once a week maybe and I was starting to feel unwanted. Once I spoke up about this, it's like he pulled away even more. Things dropped back to very little affection during the day and sex maybe once every couple of weeks if that. We soon started bickering and I took to sleeping on the sofa. He's asked me multiple times to return to the bed with him but I feel so sad, lying there next to him, not touching....it's soul destroying.
Here's the saddest part. I'm pregnant again. I can't believe I've been so stupid and careless. One time in six weeks and I conceive! MSI are calling me today to complete the consultation for me to have a medical abortion. I know it's the right and only choice I have. But I'm so sad. It's like admitting to myself, finally, that the relationship really has ran it's course.
He wants us to fix things and to have some counselling, but what's the point if there's no attraction there on his part? He assures me that he finds me physically attractive, but all the 'bickering and bad atmosphere isn't much of a turn on'.
I don't even know what I'm asking, my head is such a mess and I feel broken. I'm a shell of the person I used to be. I love him so much, but I don't think I've got the energy to try and save this anymore.
Sorry, I just wanted to get the words out there. 😔