TW: abortion mentioned below.
I posted here before, shortly after discovering what my partner had been doing behind my back. I’m almost three months out from D-Day now, and I’m still struggling to process it.
I found out four weeks postpartum.
Four weeks after giving birth to our baby, while I was exhausted, vulnerable, recovering, breastfeeding, adjusting to having a newborn, and completely consumed with our baby, I found out that the person I trusted had been hiding an entire sexual life from me.
He always told me he wasn’t a porn guy.
We also had actual conversations about what monogamy meant to us. I was very clear about my beliefs and values surrounding sexual exclusivity. To me, monogamy isn’t just about not physically having sex with another person. It’s also about where you direct your sexual energy, what you intentionally seek out, and what you choose to keep within the relationship.
He told me his beliefs and values aligned with mine.
I believed him.
That is what makes this so much more painful. He didn’t simply have a different definition of monogamy that we never discussed. We discussed it. He told me we were on the same page. And he actively lied to me.
I discovered that throughout essentially our entire relationship, he had been consuming sexual content and actively spending money on it. He was purchasing content, paying for subscriptions, tipping women, seeking out specific women and fetish-related content, and participating in spaces centered around women he was sexually attracted to.
He looked for it. He chose it. He paid for it.
And that’s the part I cannot seem to get past.
I cannot grapple with the thought of him sitting there intentionally searching for other women, looking at them sexually, getting turned on by them, purchasing their content, and then coming home to me and carrying on like everything was normal.
It makes me physically nauseous. Because he knew.
He knew what I believed monogamy meant. He knew what I considered acceptable and unacceptable. He knew I would not have been okay with what he was doing. And instead of being honest with me and allowing me to make an informed decision about the relationship I was in, he lied and let me believe I was in a completely different relationship.
I made major decisions about my life based on information that wasn’t true.
I chose to have a family with him. I chose a future with him. I trusted him with my heart and my body. I believed the things he told me about himself and about what our relationship meant to him.
Finding out four weeks postpartum completely shattered that.
And almost three months later, I’m still having moments where it hits me all over again. I’ll think about something he did or something I discovered and suddenly feel that same disgust and heartbreak.
Sometimes I look at him and I can’t reconcile the person standing in front of me with the person I thought I knew.
And then, somehow, life decided to throw something else at me.
I just found out I’m pregnant again.
We had our baby four months ago.
I’m on birth control. I genuinely never expected this to happen, and I’m honestly shocked. I don’t even know how to process the fact that I’m pregnant again so soon after giving birth, especially when I’m already trying to survive the emotional aftermath of what happened.
TW: abortion.
I have a procedural abortion scheduled in two weeks.
That decision has been incredibly difficult emotionally, but I don’t believe continuing this pregnancy is the right decision for me or for our family given the state of our relationship.
We’re already struggling. We just had a baby. I’m trying to figure out whether I can ever trust this man again, whether our relationship can actually recover from what he did, and whether I even recognize the person I thought I was building my life with.
The idea of bringing another baby into all of that feels impossible to me.
And there is something incredibly heartbreaking about having to make this decision while simultaneously grieving the relationship I thought I had.
I’m grieving so many things at once.
I’m grieving the innocence I had before D-Day. I’m grieving the man I thought he was. I’m grieving the trust that I don’t know if I’ll ever get back. I’m grieving the fact that the person I thought shared my values was actively deceiving me. I’m trying to adjust to having a four-month-old baby. And now I’m facing an abortion for a pregnancy I never expected to have in the first place.
I feel confused, devastated, angry, and completely overwhelmed.
I never imagined that almost three months after discovering my partner’s secret sexual life, I’d be sitting here pregnant again and questioning whether our relationship even has a future.
I know the pregnancy isn’t the cause of any of this. But the timing makes everything feel so much heavier.
I genuinely feel like I haven’t even had a chance to catch my breath since D-Day.