This might be long, apologies, and thanks to anyone who reads through and replies!
My ex and I were together for 12 years, around 9 of which were great. He was lovely and we seemed like absolute soulmates, we were perfect together, everyone said it. We settled down and had a lovely life. I had a few miscarriages during the last 3 years of our relationship and went off sex, I was depressed i think and the lack of sex was a big thing for him, it caused a lot of arguments and resentment grew. It all went downhill from there really.
Just before the last miscarriage at the end of 2021, we had a massive fight and broke up. I was hoping we could patch things up however I found out that 3 days after we broke up, he'd already went on an OLD site and started sleeping with someone off it. Finding out about that was like a punch in the stomach and it coincided with my final miscarriage.
I was grief stricken and embarrassingly, in my fog of grief and hurt begged him to try again, which we did. This lasted a few months. I fell pregnant during this time, and thankfully, this pregancy stuck and i have my wonderful DS who will be 2 next month. This brief reconciliation between us didn't work out though, we were off and on during the first 3 months of the pregnancy as 1. I couldn't get over what felt like his massive betrayal during our previous break, which i kept bringing up and we argued a lot over (he lied and lied for months and said they'd only slept together once, in reality it was over the course of 6 weeks. It sent me a bit crazy to be honest as I knew it had been longer, he knew I'd found the messages betwen them on his messenger. When he eventually told the truth, he said he'd hidden it to protect my mental health. Secondly, during our brief reconciliation, he kept browsing OLD, which of course, was extremely upsetting, especially seeing as I was pregnant at the time. He said hed become addicted to browsing and that he was just curious; I went a bit loopy over it all and we kept fighting due to it and he said he'd had enough and left.
While I was pregnant with our son, he was dating here and there. Our son was born in April 2022 and my ex stayed with us for the first couple of months or so, 2 or 3 nights a week to "help out". Now and again, he was really affectionate, making out like we were a little family, most of the time he was horrible to me and desperate to get back to his own place to chat to and meet wonen off OLD. During this time, he started chatting to a woman, call her Claire, and long story short, they got together and she ended up falling pregnant after what must have been 6 or 7 months of them being together; the timing looks like their daughter was conceived around our sons 1st birthday. They bought a flat together when they found out she was pregnant and now live together and the child is a few weeks old i think.
This woman, lets call her Claire, he'd met off some hobby group that he'd joined, he'd made friends with her and this other woman, call her Louise. I think initially it was Louise he was interested in, as he met up with her a couple of times and messaged quite a few times, but it didn't seem to go anywhere i dont think she was interested in him like that. Him and Louise didn't really bother with Claire much initially, she was a bit boring apparently, but I think things didn't go anywhere with Louise so he moved onto Claire. She's a bit older than him (she's 45) so I don't know if this is why they rushed pregnancy, the house etc.
Anyway. I just can't get over this, I feel so stuck and think about it over and over. I've been left on my own to bring up a baby/toddler, struggling to juggle my little one, work, everything on my own. He does have him a couple of nights every other weekend but its a real struggle during the week as I work unsociable hours (I'm a paramedic working on an NHS bank kind of contract, so lots of early starts/late finishes which dont tie in with nursery times). We're living with my sister at the moment who has plenty of room but she can't help much with childcare due to her own job, I wouldn't want to ask too much of her anyway. However what hurts is that he seems to have met his 'one' and just swanned off into a happy new life, new partner, new baby, bought a lovely house, while here's me struggling away. It's so unfair.
I'm over him, I think he's a horrible person, however I do find myself thinking back to our lovely times and wishing that I could have that man back. Blaming myself for everything; if only I had had more sex with him, if only I could've got over him sleeping with someone else during our break etc. I wish that I could give my little one a two parent family, as he is a fun dad, and would've pulled his weight, I wish I could give DS stability, both family wise and financially the stability of 2 parents. Instead my ex is happily living this new blissful life with this other woman who's obviously perfect for him and they've settled down etc....it all just really really hurts.
I don't know how to get through this? I feel so stuck. The loneliness, the feeling of being discarded and replaced, the hurt, the regret. I also would've loved to have given my DS a sibling but seeing as I'm 40 and single (with no wish to start dating anytime soon!), that's not something that's likely to happen.
How do I move on? Any advice from anyone who's been through it or just anyone who has any advice in general!