Hi all,
I feel like I need somewhere to process my thoughts and I came across this website. I’m too ashamed to talk to family so thought I’d post here.
A little bit of the history, I moved to France in 2018, immediately went on dating apps and met a nice enough guy. I never really fussed over relationships, but I enjoyed casual sex and for 18 months that’s exactly what we had. There was no strings, we’d go out for drinks or to a film then have sex and not talk much at all until our next plans.
At the start of Covid, 18 months after we first met the man renting his spare room moved out and I happened to be looking for somewhere to live. It was convenient so I moved into his spare room. Before long we were sleeping together every night, my room was still my room but I never slept there. In the day we enjoyed each other’s company but it was never really emotionally intense, we just coasted. Eventually after 2 months we decided to make my room an office. We made it official, told friends and family we were dating, said things like I love you etc. I’m not sure why we did this really, I don’t remember falling in love with him but I enjoyed his company and it seemed at the time to make sense.
We were happy for a couple of years, we both got on with our lives, we enjoyed spending time together when we did but I don’t really believe either of us were all that emotionally invested. I didn’t miss him if he want to see friends or family without me and I don’t think he did me either.
At the end of 2022 I turned 30, he was 32. We never argued, we were happy, so we spoke about marriage, it seemed logical if nothing else. I don’t think either of us have ever really been in love so we have no gauge for what love should look or feel like and what we had seemed good enough. In early 2023 we had a small, thrown together wedding. It wasn’t a grand event, I told myself this was because I didn’t care for weddings and it was just one of those things we do, in reality I think I just wasn’t the fussed on marrying him, it didn’t disgust me or upset me but it didn’t excite me either.
The first few months of marriage were good but by about July we both seemed to be bored. I ended up having an affair with someone I worked with and I had a feeling he as cheating too. We seemed to both just accept this though. I never asked why he was home late, he never asked where I’d been at 2pm on a Saturday. We stopped having sex frequently, which was the biggest tell tale as that had been the bedrock of our relationship but neither of us seemed to mind very much and we just continued with our lives. We would still go on date nights and shared a bed but we didn’t act much like a married couple. We never discussed the future, never spoke about having children or moving out of the city. I continued having affairs, so did he.
I don’t know why we didn’t break up, I guess I liked his company. I enjoyed his company, I liked having someone to talk politics with over breakfast, I liked having someone I could take to films or to a new restaurant, it didn’t bother me that the love was barely there.
In December 2023 he went to stay with a friend for 3 weeks in Spain. I didn’t really miss him while he was gone or question what he was doing, it felt like the world just kept turning. 2024 was much the same as 2023, affairs, morning politics that and occasionally having sex with each other. We were content though, neither of us ever spoke of leaving but really we never spoke of the future either.
In December 2024 he got life changing news, he was a dad. A girl he had a brief affair with whilst in Spain the previous winter, the baby, a girl was a few months old. I really ought to have felt shattered by this news but I didn’t. I immediately thought the marriage is over but that was because I didn’t want to play step mum, or move to a big house outside the city or talk about schools, not because I felt betrayed or hurt. He told me that he had no idea until this friend he’d stayed with the previous winter told him this girl, only 20 years old had a child and asked if it could be his. He then realised that she had tried to contact him several times in the spring but he’d blocked her, first her number, then her instagram then a second instagram account. He told me he thought she was just young and wanted his attention, he told me they used protection so it didn’t even cross his mind that she could be pregnant.
He was shocked and we both agreed that the marriage was over, we acknowledged that we had both been having affairs and in all honesty we laughed about the absurdity of the marriage to begin with. He went to Spain, got a DNA test and the child is his. The child is now 8 or 9 months old I believe but in all honesty I’ve taken no interest, I’ve never asked to see a picture of her, I don’t know anything about her or her mother other than first names and the city they live in.
I decided I wanted to return home to London. Nothing was really keeping me in Paris anymore, I missed my family and my friends and if I was going to start fresh it may as well be there. We agreed to live together until I got a job in London and had worked my notice etc. Since then he has slept in the spare room, we barely talk, not at breakfast not about anything. Once a week or fortnight he will ask if I have secured a job and when I plan to leave but I haven’t found anything yet and he just replies with no rush. He goes to Spain once a month or so to see his child, he hasn’t told his family she exists.
We still have sex, not often, maybe once a fortnight too, usually out of boredom rather than desire. Ive been on the pill since I was a teen. There is no romance in it, we have sex, we don’t cuddle, he goes back to his bed. I don’t mind, this works for me.
2 weeks ago I discovered I am pregnant, to say this is a shock would be an understatement. I’ve remained surprisingly calm though. At first I thought I’ll have an abortion, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll forget it happened. But I haven’t made any moves on that front yet, I’m probably about 8 weeks. I can’t really explain why I haven’t. The thought makes me sad. I haven’t slept with anyone else in the last 4 months, not because I haven’t wanted to but because I’ve been busy searching for jobs. So I know my husband/ex husband is the father.
I haven’t told him, like I said we don’t talk much so it hasn’t really felt right to tell him. However I’m 32, I don’t know if I want kids, but I do feel like if I don’t have them now, I never will. I’m not fussed on relationships, I don’t want to meet someone and fall in love, so this is probably my only chance. Part of me feels like I should keep the baby, get my own place and co-parent. He’s a good man (well no worse a man than I am woman). He clearly cares about his daughter and is making an effort to be in her life, I think he makes a good dad.
On the other hand I’m thinking, I wanted to end the marriage at first as I didn’t want to be a mum. So now I’m feeling like it’s all a contradiction. If I’m going to be a mum, I may as well stay with him, it wouldn’t be a love filled marriage but we are content and never argue. We would probably state outright that it’s an open marriage and just go about as we were, back to the date nights and politics that and sharing a bed. But if I didn’t want to be a step mum, that probably means I’m not that fussed on being a mum at all. I can get a clean break here, return home, never mind any of this mess and live a quiet peaceful life.
Im not sure why I wrote this or what I’m expecting to get from it, I think I just wanted to get my thoughts out and hear some feedback. Please be kind, I know our set up was and still is unconventional but we seem happier than many more traditional couples and it worked for us.
Thank you if you’ve read this far, and feel free to share thoughts.