At the beginning of this summer, I found myself in a situation where I was going through the last stages of getting over my ex, celebrating the end of school term, and extremely intoxicated. I ended up hooking up with this very handsome and charming guy . . . who is in a long-term relationship with another person.
The red flags are already obvious. I continued to see him because I was under the impression that he was in an open relationship. I didn't like the fact that he didn't call me enough and I ceased contact with him. I later had to resume contact with him when I found out I was pregnant.
He paid for half of the procedure and drove me to the clinic as we weren't in a position to have a child together. After he dropped me off from the procedure, he went to a party and told me to call him if I needed anything. I felt so incredibly depressed, I tried to call him for ten hours but he had turned his phone off. He wasn't there for me during the worst of it, when I needed him the most.
He obviously wanted this to just be some frivolous fling, a way that he could have sex and just get back to his girlfriend.
That was a month ago. I've seen him twice and heard from him a handful of times, but I have gone through the terrible coping of this by myself. I have asked him to be there for me numerous times but he has yet to actively keep in touch with me, to see how I'm recovering.
I found everyone's tips on how to cope with breakups and heartache very helpful, but this situation seems unique. Obviously this guy is a total douche, but I don't want to hate him. I want to be friends with him, I want to respect him, because it is so incredibly painful because not a day goes by that I don't think about the pregnancy, and every time I think about it, I am reminded that I was completely used for sex and discarded.
I have been dumped before, I have gotten myself into red-flag relationship situations before, but it was easier to walk away from them. It was easier to say, "screw you, you don't deserve me, you're a total ass." But this is different. I don't want to hate him, I don't want him to forget about me.
I am feeling so many different types of pain. There's the horrendous grief from dealing with the termination of my pregnancy, and the yearning and pining over someone I can never be with. There's also anger, at him for making me go through this alone, and at myself for being stupid enough to get myself into this situation. I feel so conflicted towards him. I desperately want to keep in touch, to develop a friendship because I feel like I went through something so significant with him, but at the same time I see him as this vile serpent who has no respect for women, either me or his girlfriend.
How do I cut my losses? How do I accept that I carried the child of a person who regards me as a mere speck of dust?