Ugh ladies....I messed up bigtime

I haven't gone back to catch up yet...but I had to get this off of my chest...I am seeing my psychologist tonight...
So...I think I told you all my surgery went well, my foot is much better, but back is very sore.
And you all know about Mike and his scandalous internet stuff...Which I do believe that he deleted...but I found out about that Wednesday night...then Thursday had the procedure...and then was sore...I guess I never really processed it.
Saturday night we went to his friend's house and were drinking (and for the time being I take klonopin and ativan for both anxiety and pain...will get rid of them when I am pregnant..if I ever get pregnant now....)
Well after we left his friend's place...I only kindof remember this stuff. i wanted to get something to eat...and I don't remember what the issue was, but I think he must have been like, put out or something, so we got to taco bell..and I was being really shitty and decided that I wanted to get out of the car and hell, walk home? I have no idea. So I was trying to get out, he was trying to pull me back in...I was saying I wanted to kill myself and that it was his fault and that he though I was ugly and wanted to find someone else, etc...
THEN we got back to his place after he ran a ton of red lights apparently so that i wouldn't get out of the car. I guess he went to change and i had grabbed like 4 knives and was telling him that it was his fault I was going to kill myself, and that I could be pregnant, and it was his fault that I was going to die, blah blah blah...I have vague memories of comparing him to other boyfriends, although he never said that.
I was so drunk. He was literally pinning me down on the ground trying to get knives away from me, and I stabbed myself in the stomach...like on the side...it was deep..but not too bad....He was freaking out of course and while he was trying to hold me down I bit his wrist (to which he said 'you are seriously going to bite me?') and had scratched his arm...both of which are pretty nasty looking...
The neighbors called the police. The door was open...during our struggle, he had been trying to hold me by my clothes and I wriggled out of everything down to my bra and panties..and he was in boxers because he was changing...So the police came in to see him on top of me like this, probably initially looked like a rape scene...
2 police came up and talked to me...and the others were with him...I told them I was upset about finding him on the internet telling people he was single, etc...and that I had wanted to hurt myself...etc...and he apparently told them I wanted to kill myself AND HIM...which...I have some serious issues, but I never ever would hurt anyone else.
They took me to the hospital. I had to wait for my alcohol content to come down, and for a social worker to evaluate me. My Mom came after Mike had texted her...told her I wanted to kill myself and him. She asked if I had been drinking...etc etc...She told the social worker that I could not drink a lot, etc...Anyway...they let me go around 9AM.
My back of course was killllling me and somehow i had messed up my lip, it was black and huge...and they decided if they stitched my stab wound it would be a risk for infection, so steri-stripped it and that was it.
My Mom took me over to his house...i got my bag and we talked a bit. His cat Lexi had gotten out while the police were there. He was being nice...but was super worried.
Update as of last night, he wants me to see my psychologist before we see one another...seeing him tonight. I asked him to come as well because he said he thinks he needs to talk to someone too...has been in a fog the past 2 days. Was really upset about Lexi. Which I completely understand.
Lexi ended up coming home last night, thank god. He sent me pictures today of his wrist and arm. I feel so terrible.
I have no idea if I was having flashbacks of past abuse or what the fuck happened. I know of course if I hadn't been drinking and of course hadn't mixed pills with alcohol, I never would have done that.
He said we can meet in a PUBLIC place after I see my psychologist. He truly thinks that I want to kill myself in front of him to get back at him for hurting me. He said he would be afraid to sleep with me around because he wouldn't know what i would do.
I asked him if I am pregnant, if he would be happy still. He said that at this point, he would be scared...because I could have killed all 3 of us (potentially) driving down the street...and that if I get off of my medication that he doesn't know what i will do.
I feel completely completely horrible. Like I seriously have never been through anything like this before...well...where I did something so bad. I've had horrible things done to me. And he has NEVER been through ANYTHING like it before...and trying to kill myself with the tylenol in february really fucked with him.
He said he wouldn't change his facebook status, or look for anyone online, or anything like that. I have begged him not to give up on me. Am going to sign a waiver so my psychologist can talk to him, etc.
I wish I could take everything back....drinking that night...it never would have happened if I hadn't been drinking. I feel SO SO horrible. And scared to death I am going to lose him. I know he messed up being on the internet etc..but he was honest about it and didn't turn it around on me at least...I have a lot of abandonment issues and that hit them all on the head, for sure. But my god. I feel like a terrible terrible person.
If his cat didn't come back, I know he probably would have hated me forever. Other than get counseling and apologize profusely, if he doesn't let me show him I am not like that, I don't know what I am going to do. I love him so much you guys
What is wrong with me?
And I am on CD 28 now, have taken preg tests every night, all negative. I am supposedly 9DPO today...And now FF is estimating that my period will start on cd 33 because of late ovulation...but having 2 positive ovulation tests is throwing me off. I am praying so hard that I am pregnant, but have had no symptoms whatsoever.... which is odd...always have 'tons' of symptoms. I don't know
I have a feeling it is going to be a long road before he trusts me again now...and I have no idea if he will want to keep ttc...doubtfully. And I doubt he will want to go to the OB now.
I am so unbelievably sad

I don't know how I could have done this...and wish I had talked to him about how hurt I was with the internet stuff...it was like the perfect storm...finding out about that the day before surgery..then being caught up in the pain from surgery..then drinking and..yeah.
I hate myself so much right now
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