What would you do??

I am posting this anonymously to protect the privacy of the people in this post.

Be warned, this is a VERY LONG story so please be patient with me.

I need some honest, unbiased advice, ladies. I am currently married, been married for a little over a year now. I have an almost five year old, and am 32 weeks pregnant with our 2nd child together. My husband and I have been together for a total of around 6 1/2 years now. We've had our ups and downs, like in any relationship, but I feel like we have established trust and love, and respect each other.

Here's where my dilemma comes in...

Before meeting my husband, for about 2 1/2 years I was dating my high school sweetheart. He was my first for everything. First serious boyfriend, lost my virginity to him, etc... I can honestly say still to this day I have never cared as deeply for a person as I did for my first love. We talked of marriage and our future children down the road, and I felt at the time like we would always be there for each other and a part of each other's lives. I could not imagine life without him. Our connection was completely different than the one I have now with my husband. What went wrong in this relationship then you might ask? My first boyfriend enlisted in the marines, and I stuck by him while he was away at boot camp, sending him letters faithfully every single day, and being the first one there to greet him at his graduation. After that, our relationship was long distance, and things got tough. I stayed behind in our home town, while he would be stationed from place to place across the US. Being so young and not having much savings at the time made it hard to scrape up enough money for frequent plane rides to visit him, and our relationship started to get rather strained. Then he broke the news he was being stationed in another country, (England) which I knew would make things even more difficult. I spent the little money I had to get myself a passport, and we made plans for me to visit as soon as we could save enough money. And let me tell you that international phone calls are not cheap. I was living at home with my parents at the time, on their phone bill, and when that first bill came in from making calls back and forth to London, my parents were about ready to take away my phone privileges. Telling my boyfriend about the stresses at home, he said those dreaded words that made my heart sink and want to crush into a million tiny pieces..."maybe we should take a break". It made me question everything like I never had before. What does this break mean? Does he not love me as much as I thought after all? Am I not good enough anymore? I don't think I can imagine life without out him, would I ever love again? I'm so young, is there someone better for me out there, I just haven't met him yet?

So I give him his space, and tell my best friends (who at the time are all single and unfortunately looking back I realize were not the best influence on me) what had happened and they were all telling me things like "screw him, you are too young to be tied down, you should see other people, he's probably cheated on you or has been seeing other people anyways blah blah..which of course, being young and impressionable this got into my head, and I took their advice. I had a drunken one night stand during our break and instantly regretted it. Living in a small town, a lot of his friends found out, one threatening to tell him if I didn't. I didn't want to tell my boyfriend and upset him for no reason when it meant absolutely nothing. A week later, my boyfriend calls and tells me he is sorry for suggesting we take a break, he loves me, and he believes in what we have, we just have to try hard to make things work if we want to be together. I agree, but in the back of my mind the whole one night stand thing and the fear of people threatening to tell my boyfriend about it are eating away at me, so I confess what happened. I hoped being honest with him would be the best thing and that we could move past this. But it was like as soon as I told him, he didn't know me anymore. I was just a stranger to him, no longer the girl he loved and wanted to marry. He was so upset, not only did he break up with me, he accused me of cheating in the relationship before we decided to take a break. Either way, he said he could not understand why if I cared about him so much I could even think about being with another guy. No matter what I said he didn't want to hear it, he basically told me to kick rocks and never to call him again. I had never been so crushed in my life. I felt this horrible pitted feeling in my chest, and like my life was over at the age of 19. (Started dating him at 17). I tried calling him for weeks and he ignored my calls and texts. I even reached out to his mother with whom I was very close with, and she told me there was nothing she could do. The next year without him felt like an eternity. The dating scene was a joke to me. No one compared to him. I kept to myself for a very long time. Then a year and half later I run into his mom at the coffee shop, and she tells me he's married. I felt like I got stabbed right in the chest. Some more time goes by, maybe six months or so, and my mom this time runs into his mom and they talk and she tells my mom he is getting a divorce. I can't help but think happy thoughts it did not work out, and have a shred of hope that if two years later I still care about him, maybe we are meant to work out after all, and I work up all the courage I have inside me and try calling him again. I call his old cell phone, his international cell, and I email him updating him on my life and how I hope if nothing else we can at least be friends. His mother then calls me and tells me his old phone is now his brothers, but she will try to get her son to contact me so I'm not left wondering what if. He finally emails me, and says he appreciates me reaching out, but he still wants nothing to do with me. Again, I felt like the wind was knocked out of me, but then and there I told myself I tried everything I could and poured my heart out and got rejected AGAIN, and since I am not a crazy stalker, I have to move on. Two years after that, with some casual dating in between that went no where, I was set up with my now husband. I remember thinking he was cute and seemed like a very nice guy, and we had some good chemistry. Things were very rocky in the beginning. He had major baggage from his past relationship. He too had a very hard time getting over his ex, and we sort of bonded over that. He was very confused at first about what he wanted, and we broke up and got back together several times before finding out we had an "oops" and I got pregnant with our first child. He wanted me to terminate the pregnancy and I said no, whether he wanted to stick by me or not. He decided to stay and we raised her together, still not 100% sure he was even "the one", but I don't believe in abortion so i was keeping the baby no matter what. The years together come and go quickly and before we know it she is three years old, and I start to feel like we have a child together, the best thing for my daughter is to have her parents together, and that September he proposes to me and I say yes. We then don't get married until August of 2016 and at this point I feel like he makes me happy enough. You know? We have been together for so long and we understand each other, and care deeply for one another. After much discussion and pressure from family members we discuss we want to expand our family and I become pregnant with our second child in January of 2017. Everyone is happy about it, including us. So let's fast forward to now. I get this random text from a number I don't have saved in my contacts that says my ex asked about me and he would like to speak to me, and if I want his number to contact him I can have it. I respond and say "I'm sorry I don't have your number who is this" and find out it's his mother reaching out, and he is finally ready to talk to me. My question is, at this point , do I give him the time of day?? It's been almost TEN years and now he wants to speak to me?? This was everything I wanted now ten years too late. I moved on, I thought that's what he wanted. I hate to admit, part of me is curious about what the hell he would like to say to me. I know this is potentially dangerous for my current relationship and that is why I am seeking advice. I still care about this man ten years later even being married with kids, the feelings never went away, and every relationship I've been in after my first I compared to him! I'm not saying I want to run away with this man, I'm just in a big ball of confusion right now and don't know if I should at least hear him out and see why after so long he's had a change of heart and wants to talk. Help!!!