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Hi everyone. I'm usually not one to open up and share my struggles online, but since I don't feel as if this is something I can openly discuss with my friends or family, I will hide behind the cloak of anonyminity and share it here.
I had always said I didn't want children, but I was [unexpectedly] blessed with a son at the age of twenty-one. He's precious and I can't imagine my life without him. His "father" (I use that term loosely) and I split up before he turned a year old and I have sole custody of our son. It hasn't always been easy, but we've made it through somehow. I have been with my fiance for a year and a half. He is sixteen years older than I and has an eight year old son from his previous marriage whom his ex-wife has sole custody of. They live in another state, so he only gets to see his son about four times a year.
My fiance had a vasectomy back in March, stating (adamantly) that he did not want to father any more children. It's understandable, especially at his age. After all, it must be difficult for a man in his early forties to imagine having a child later in life. At first, I was thrilled with his decision because even though I love my son to death, I did not want any more children myself.
But then, just this past week it dawned on me...even if my feelings changed it is physically impossible for us to have a child together. Suddenly I felt very depressed, but for the wrong reasons. It isn't so much about wanting another child. I'm angry because I feel robbed of being able to share the experience with the love of my life. My ex-husband was terribly emotionally abusive toward me and wasn't very supportive during my whole pregnancy and childbirth experience. I went to almost all of my prenatal doctor's visits alone. He wasn't even there with me when I first heard my son's heartbeat, my grandmother was. I felt very alone and very unloved during a time when a woman is very emotionally needy and vulnerable.
I'm also angry because my fiance wanted to have a child with his ex, but doesn't want one with me and couldn't have one with me even if he wanted to. His ex-wife was so cold hearted, much like my ex-husband and yet my fiance reveled in her carrying his child and the birth of their son. I'm beginning to feel this disgusting resentment toward her and him.
I'm beginning to feel so upset every time I see a couple with a baby. I even had a dream last night that my fiance and I were execting a baby and he was so loving and attentive, but later in the pregnancy the baby died. I woke up with tears streaming down my face.
I'm not sure what sort of advice or words of encouragement I'm seeking here. This isn't so much "baby fever" as it is this pathetic jealousy and anger over a really trivial thing. My fiance has asked me many times what is on my mind and I can't bring myself to tell him. I don't wish to burden him with it. I am beginning to believe if neither one of us had children with our previous spouses any of this would be an issue. I would have been content if it were just he and I, but I feel as if I need to compete with his ex for the "prize" of getting to have his child. I feel like such a jerk.
I had always said I didn't want children, but I was [unexpectedly] blessed with a son at the age of twenty-one. He's precious and I can't imagine my life without him. His "father" (I use that term loosely) and I split up before he turned a year old and I have sole custody of our son. It hasn't always been easy, but we've made it through somehow. I have been with my fiance for a year and a half. He is sixteen years older than I and has an eight year old son from his previous marriage whom his ex-wife has sole custody of. They live in another state, so he only gets to see his son about four times a year.
My fiance had a vasectomy back in March, stating (adamantly) that he did not want to father any more children. It's understandable, especially at his age. After all, it must be difficult for a man in his early forties to imagine having a child later in life. At first, I was thrilled with his decision because even though I love my son to death, I did not want any more children myself.
But then, just this past week it dawned on me...even if my feelings changed it is physically impossible for us to have a child together. Suddenly I felt very depressed, but for the wrong reasons. It isn't so much about wanting another child. I'm angry because I feel robbed of being able to share the experience with the love of my life. My ex-husband was terribly emotionally abusive toward me and wasn't very supportive during my whole pregnancy and childbirth experience. I went to almost all of my prenatal doctor's visits alone. He wasn't even there with me when I first heard my son's heartbeat, my grandmother was. I felt very alone and very unloved during a time when a woman is very emotionally needy and vulnerable.
I'm also angry because my fiance wanted to have a child with his ex, but doesn't want one with me and couldn't have one with me even if he wanted to. His ex-wife was so cold hearted, much like my ex-husband and yet my fiance reveled in her carrying his child and the birth of their son. I'm beginning to feel this disgusting resentment toward her and him.
I'm beginning to feel so upset every time I see a couple with a baby. I even had a dream last night that my fiance and I were execting a baby and he was so loving and attentive, but later in the pregnancy the baby died. I woke up with tears streaming down my face.
I'm not sure what sort of advice or words of encouragement I'm seeking here. This isn't so much "baby fever" as it is this pathetic jealousy and anger over a really trivial thing. My fiance has asked me many times what is on my mind and I can't bring myself to tell him. I don't wish to burden him with it. I am beginning to believe if neither one of us had children with our previous spouses any of this would be an issue. I would have been content if it were just he and I, but I feel as if I need to compete with his ex for the "prize" of getting to have his child. I feel like such a jerk.