Hello, I am a regular-ish but have name changed for reasons that may become apparent.
I am desperately in need of some help to put things in perspective here as my situation is quite literally ruling my life and I can't move on.
In 2001 a series of terrible personal tragedies happened to me, resulting in me moving 500 miles away from my family and friends. I established a little life for myself but was desperately lonely and also in hindsight not 100% of sound mind due to deep grief. Along came a work colleague who showed some interest in me and offered to show me around the local area. He was a happy, funny person who was able to offer me a bit of company - everything that was missing in my life. Of course you know what's coming next, he was married and I regret to say that I knew this but initially saw him as purely a friendly face. The old cliche of one thing leading to another and 'my wife doesn't understand me' ensued and just 4 months later I fell pregnant (not planned).
I couldn't see the wood for the trees but after many deep conversations we decided that I would continue with the pregnancy. Our work discovered what was happening and I was immediately relocated to another office hundreds of miles away, but by this time, ExP had already attended 3 scans with me and seemed happy that he was going to be a father.
I am ashamed to say that ExP already had a young daughter and after much discussion with his wife, he decided that he couldn't leave them. He then changed his mind about my pregnancy and asked me to terminate. By this time I was 5 months pregnant and so this was not a possibility and I also didn't want to, which angered him greatly.
Fast forward to the birth of my DS in 2002, ExP knew that I had gone into labour and although we had agreed that he wouldn't attend the birth, he contacted the maternity unit several times during my labour to make sure I was ok and when I told him he had a boy, he sobbed and cried as he was so happy that he had a son.
He saw DS when he was 6 weeks old and again when he was 10 months but after that he disappeared. He would not return my e-mails or telephone calls (not that I made that many, as I respected his wishes that he did not want to see his son anymore and knew that he knew how to contact me if he ever changed his mind).
He contacted me again out of the blue when DS was 1.5. He said that he had left his wife and wanted to make contact with DS. Madly enough I resigned from my job and relocated to live about half an hour away from ExP. The day after we arrived, ExP contacted me to tell me he had met a new partner and had changed his mind about seeing DS. I had given up everything to be nearer to ExP and so decided that I should once again try to make a new life for myself and DS, which I have done to a degree, but here is the problem....
....I just can not accept that ExP will not see DS and I can't move on with my life, however hard I try it always comes back to ExP. I am absolutely not attracted to him at all and do not wish to have a relationship with him, but I feel that my DS has missed out so much by not having him in his life. They are so alike in looks and character, likes and dislikes. I often cry myself to sleep thinking about the terrible life choices I have made and how much these have affected my DS.
I sit for hours on the internet trying to find just a slither of information about ExP's life so that I can impart this information onto my DS if he ever asks. (I know, I know, not healthy).
ExP is very wealthy (not interested in his money) and is now married to the lady who he left his wife for. She has two grown up children who he supports. He will not have any more children with her. He took his ExW to court to fight for access to his daughter but has flatly refused to have anything to do with DS, even though we live so close by and I would allow access on his terms, etc, etc.
A few years ago, ExP asked for photos of DS which I sent, but I never heard anything back.
DS often asks about him and it breaks my heart. I hear all the stories about fathers desperate to see their children and I wonder where it all went wrong for DS.
I just can't think straight or move on and if I am honest, I struggle to parent DS properly at times as I am so pre occupied with what has happened.
I contacted him just before Christmas (a one line, polite text, first contact in years) and I got a tirade of vicious verbal abuse back.
I can't cope with this anymore.
Please could somebody give it to me straight? Thank you. It has helped to write this down.