carrye4christ
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This month has already been emotional for me.
2 years ago I got pregnant around Valentine’s Day.
I didn’t find out till March, but. Anyways.
I haven’t had sex since I conceived my daughter in 2019.
Not because it hasn’t been offered but, I have these huge parts of me that is still in love with my daughter’s father.
The whole “relationship” seemed so fast and once we knew I was pregnant he said - no more kissing, sex or anything. We are brother & sister now.
He made it very very VERY clear he does not see a future with me in that way.
The 4 months leading up to us getting pregnant. We spend at least 4 days a week together or more. We talked everyday on text and over the phone for hours. He has felt like home to me since the moment I met him.
I knew when we were fucking, he was sleeping around. He’s told me. So he was never just seeing me. He was always seeing others. He was in a dark dark place when we met and only really in the last 6-8 months has he really started to come out of it.
Once I found out. I hoped what anyone would. That this would change his mind and he would want to be with me. It didn’t and honestly I can’t even name the amount of fights we have had about it. I feel like he got it all. I still feel that way.
I raise his daughter, I live with his parents, I’m always a call away. I moved from Washington to Canada to be with him. I have started the process of immigrating here. We make financial choices together. We are everything but a couple. No sex, very limited hugging. We don’t say I love you. Nothing. We still do see one another naked sometimes because we shower with our baby sometimes but it’s never sexual.
We spend every other day together. I’m best friends with his best friends wives. His sister and I are very close.
His parents tell everyone I’m there daughter in law. His nieces and nephews call me auntie. We are as close as you get.
I found myself missing his touch and me watching his lips. Just little things. I had a dream we were together again and it wasn’t about sex. It was just about him saying he’s in love with me. I remember waking up and wanting to run downstairs and hug him and tell him he’s the love of my life. I stopped at my bedroom door and it hit me like a brick house.
He doesn’t love me and he isn’t in love with me.
Which killed me.
I guess I even tried to push through the thought and he asked me if something was wrong.
He knows I struggle with PTSD night terrors so I just said it was a long night.
He gave me a nice side hug and proceeded on.
I told him after we had our daughter that I was in love with him and he was the love of my life. He told me I was a fool and I didn’t know what I wanted.
But truly after 2.5. Years.... I still feel this way for him. The feeling only gets stronger and deeper.
I over heard him talking to his brother in law about how hard it is sometimes because everyone loves me. That he just feels bad because everyone wants us to be together and he doesn’t want me like that. & it makes him uncomfortable.
Then lastnight his cousins were over and something along the lines he said “ well her and I aren’t married let alone even dating.” And then he laughed.
It hurt so bad. It hurts hearing him openly reject me.
I guess I wish sometimes I could just freeze the part of my brain that thinks about him. Sometimes I wish I could meet someone else.
But my life is so complicated right now it’s not what’s best for me or my daughter. So being single is the answer.
I find my self praying he will one day see that I’m the one but I’m not holding my breath.
I’m just scared that I’ll spend a large part of my life wishing he was all mine.
If he ever found out I was having these feelings again, he would push me away again and we would start fighting again.
So here I am telling Reddit about how he doesn’t love me.
Screw February. Lol.
2 years ago I got pregnant around Valentine’s Day.
I didn’t find out till March, but. Anyways.
I haven’t had sex since I conceived my daughter in 2019.
Not because it hasn’t been offered but, I have these huge parts of me that is still in love with my daughter’s father.
The whole “relationship” seemed so fast and once we knew I was pregnant he said - no more kissing, sex or anything. We are brother & sister now.
He made it very very VERY clear he does not see a future with me in that way.
The 4 months leading up to us getting pregnant. We spend at least 4 days a week together or more. We talked everyday on text and over the phone for hours. He has felt like home to me since the moment I met him.
I knew when we were fucking, he was sleeping around. He’s told me. So he was never just seeing me. He was always seeing others. He was in a dark dark place when we met and only really in the last 6-8 months has he really started to come out of it.
Once I found out. I hoped what anyone would. That this would change his mind and he would want to be with me. It didn’t and honestly I can’t even name the amount of fights we have had about it. I feel like he got it all. I still feel that way.
I raise his daughter, I live with his parents, I’m always a call away. I moved from Washington to Canada to be with him. I have started the process of immigrating here. We make financial choices together. We are everything but a couple. No sex, very limited hugging. We don’t say I love you. Nothing. We still do see one another naked sometimes because we shower with our baby sometimes but it’s never sexual.
We spend every other day together. I’m best friends with his best friends wives. His sister and I are very close.
His parents tell everyone I’m there daughter in law. His nieces and nephews call me auntie. We are as close as you get.
I found myself missing his touch and me watching his lips. Just little things. I had a dream we were together again and it wasn’t about sex. It was just about him saying he’s in love with me. I remember waking up and wanting to run downstairs and hug him and tell him he’s the love of my life. I stopped at my bedroom door and it hit me like a brick house.
He doesn’t love me and he isn’t in love with me.
Which killed me.
I guess I even tried to push through the thought and he asked me if something was wrong.
He knows I struggle with PTSD night terrors so I just said it was a long night.
He gave me a nice side hug and proceeded on.
I told him after we had our daughter that I was in love with him and he was the love of my life. He told me I was a fool and I didn’t know what I wanted.
But truly after 2.5. Years.... I still feel this way for him. The feeling only gets stronger and deeper.
I over heard him talking to his brother in law about how hard it is sometimes because everyone loves me. That he just feels bad because everyone wants us to be together and he doesn’t want me like that. & it makes him uncomfortable.
Then lastnight his cousins were over and something along the lines he said “ well her and I aren’t married let alone even dating.” And then he laughed.
It hurt so bad. It hurts hearing him openly reject me.
I guess I wish sometimes I could just freeze the part of my brain that thinks about him. Sometimes I wish I could meet someone else.
But my life is so complicated right now it’s not what’s best for me or my daughter. So being single is the answer.
I find my self praying he will one day see that I’m the one but I’m not holding my breath.
I’m just scared that I’ll spend a large part of my life wishing he was all mine.
If he ever found out I was having these feelings again, he would push me away again and we would start fighting again.
So here I am telling Reddit about how he doesn’t love me.
Screw February. Lol.