Oh hun I know exactly how you feel!! It hurts to be creating this miraculous life all alone, and hurts ten times as much to know that the FOB is off partying, hanging out with friends and having the time of his life with NO concern for me or his soon to be born baby! I wish I knew what they say to themselves that make it ok to be so cold and heartless. Maybe then I would understand and that would give me some comfort. I wish I could just hate him completely and never give him another thought again. I wish I could be like a computer and just erase him from my memory all together.... sigh, but none of that is possible is it?
Instead, this has been a very difficult pregnancy for me. I am 34 years old, divorced, I have 3 other kids and have had multiple health issues during this pregnancy. FOB was the only man I was with after my divorce, and I truly thought I had lucked out with him! Until I got pregnant that is.... then he decided that he didn't have the money or time or energy to step up to the plate and support his new family. Worse yet, he calls once a month or so to ask me to "lunch", and catch up. In his head, I HAVE to be friends with him, for the sake of our child. I HAVE to watch him slut around with girl after girl while I sit at home, alone, getting fatter and fatter with his son growing in my belly, and I should just suck it up and deal with it because that's the way it is.
It truly makes me sick. Every day I hate him more than I did the day before. My heart feels like someone put it through the blender. I cry every night. I feel too old to be doing this again, and alone this time. At least when I had my other children I was married. He wasn't a great husband by any stretch of the imagination, but at least he was there.
I worry about when my son is born, because there is a huge part of me that doesn't want FOB to have anything to do with this baby and I'm tortured every day about what is the right thing to do. Of course my son deserves to have his father in his life, but should FOB still get that chance when he uses every opportunity to throw his new "happiness" in my face and try to hurt me with it? Do I sacrifice my heart, and my other children's broken hearts to allow him in our lives to be in his son's life? There are no easy answers.... the only thing that comes easily these days is pain and fear and an overwhelming feeling of rejection.
I come on this site every day to read about other mama's going through the same thing, and I hope to find strength and comfort from their experiences. Some days it works, some days I think it just makes it worse. Right now I just hope that when my son is born in just a few more weeks that all the answers will be born with him... and my love for him will over power any hatred and pain that comes from FOB.
Hang in there hun, you are not alone....