BrittNay87
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Let me begin by saying I'm 25 yr old female. I've been having a horrible time sleeping eating getting up in the morning. I feel so out of place.
On March 6 of this year I had a very difficult decision to make. I'd been with my boyfriend on and off last summer then we would hook up here and there. Well on Dec 14 2012 we had sex and forever he said he was sterile.
I got a flu bug which led me to the hospital not knowing what was wrong with me. On Jan 31 I found out I was pregnant. He was the only guy I had slept with so I called to tell him. He treated me like dirt said it wasn't his and insisted he was sterile. Also said how I ruined it with a girl he was after but thanks to me he couldn't.
Then after a couple weeks he came around, asked me to be his girlfriend. At first it seemed good but as time went on I kept feeling as if he was only with me because I was pregnant. People kept telling me he was telling everyone I wasn't pregnant or it wasn't even his. That he wanted a dna test which I had no problem giving that to him if it was going to put his mind to rest.
I knew who I'd slept with. So I asked him if he was only with me because I was pregnant and he got quiet. The silence was my answer. I told him that I couldn't have a child with someone who doesn't love me and I wanted him to fight for me. They say let the one you love go and they will return if they're yours.
Well he never came back. I was forced to make a very hard decision. Not only for me but for my 5 yr old daughter that I already have. He didn't tell me no don't do it or no we can do this. He just let me slip away. I formed a bond with my baby. I was 12 weeks along. Seen it on sonograms and all that. Didn't know the sex yet but I had a feeling it was a boy so I had the name Hunter Cam Staples. His due date was on my birthday Sept 3 2013.
My procedure was done on March 6 of this year. A day I will never forget. My now ex did not go with me. Did not act like he wanted me not to go through with it. I did it alone and let me tell you the protesters that are in the parking lot. I have flash backs of a lady saying "look at your sonograms!" & it tore me apart. While in there they take you to like 5 different rooms.
It's such a messed up thing and no matter any way you look at it, it was wrong what I did. I just wish I had him there to hold and comfort me. To tell me we could get through it, or keep it and be fine, but he wasn't. Instead he went out to tractor supply bought new boots and got drunk. To this day he hasn't asked how I'm holding up and in all honesty I just want to feel normal again.
The flashbacks are horrific. That day replays in my head. I can't sleep and if I do it's not for very long. I have these anger outbursts that happen randomly. I feel like a monster, like it's all my fault that I should have ran out of there. Which I wanted to so many times. I feel like I'm never going to get over this, like I will never be happy. There's a hole in my heart and I just want to be whole again.
I still think about this ex of mine. Every day when I wake up and before bed. I don't know if I'm weird but I kiss my sonograms everyday and ask God to forgive me. I guess I just didn't see any other way out. I just wanted him to hold me and tell me we would be ok. I definitely feel as if I need to seek professional help.
My symptoms won't go away and it's been over a month. Any advice or can anyone relate?
Thanks for reading.
On March 6 of this year I had a very difficult decision to make. I'd been with my boyfriend on and off last summer then we would hook up here and there. Well on Dec 14 2012 we had sex and forever he said he was sterile.
I got a flu bug which led me to the hospital not knowing what was wrong with me. On Jan 31 I found out I was pregnant. He was the only guy I had slept with so I called to tell him. He treated me like dirt said it wasn't his and insisted he was sterile. Also said how I ruined it with a girl he was after but thanks to me he couldn't.
Then after a couple weeks he came around, asked me to be his girlfriend. At first it seemed good but as time went on I kept feeling as if he was only with me because I was pregnant. People kept telling me he was telling everyone I wasn't pregnant or it wasn't even his. That he wanted a dna test which I had no problem giving that to him if it was going to put his mind to rest.
I knew who I'd slept with. So I asked him if he was only with me because I was pregnant and he got quiet. The silence was my answer. I told him that I couldn't have a child with someone who doesn't love me and I wanted him to fight for me. They say let the one you love go and they will return if they're yours.
Well he never came back. I was forced to make a very hard decision. Not only for me but for my 5 yr old daughter that I already have. He didn't tell me no don't do it or no we can do this. He just let me slip away. I formed a bond with my baby. I was 12 weeks along. Seen it on sonograms and all that. Didn't know the sex yet but I had a feeling it was a boy so I had the name Hunter Cam Staples. His due date was on my birthday Sept 3 2013.
My procedure was done on March 6 of this year. A day I will never forget. My now ex did not go with me. Did not act like he wanted me not to go through with it. I did it alone and let me tell you the protesters that are in the parking lot. I have flash backs of a lady saying "look at your sonograms!" & it tore me apart. While in there they take you to like 5 different rooms.
It's such a messed up thing and no matter any way you look at it, it was wrong what I did. I just wish I had him there to hold and comfort me. To tell me we could get through it, or keep it and be fine, but he wasn't. Instead he went out to tractor supply bought new boots and got drunk. To this day he hasn't asked how I'm holding up and in all honesty I just want to feel normal again.
The flashbacks are horrific. That day replays in my head. I can't sleep and if I do it's not for very long. I have these anger outbursts that happen randomly. I feel like a monster, like it's all my fault that I should have ran out of there. Which I wanted to so many times. I feel like I'm never going to get over this, like I will never be happy. There's a hole in my heart and I just want to be whole again.
I still think about this ex of mine. Every day when I wake up and before bed. I don't know if I'm weird but I kiss my sonograms everyday and ask God to forgive me. I guess I just didn't see any other way out. I just wanted him to hold me and tell me we would be ok. I definitely feel as if I need to seek professional help.
My symptoms won't go away and it's been over a month. Any advice or can anyone relate?
Thanks for reading.