A while back when I was 17 almost 18 I found out I was pregnant and it was with a guy I thought I wanted to be with. We found out I was pregnant in November but in the end of December I ran away from home and went to my cousins house, where I stay for a few days and I didn’t know she was having a New Years party so I stayed there and stayed away from everyone that was smoking and stuff. But a few hours go by and it’s close to midnight and the guy shows up and we made long eye contact bc he had no idea where I was and I was like frozen stuck and idk why. But anyways he was drinking very heavily that night and he called my cousin who he’s close friends with and told my cousin where I was and I didn’t even know about it. Keep in mind, we kept the pregnancy a secret and while we were in the car with my cousin, my cousin was yelling at me for leaving to drink and party and stuff but then the guy opened his mouth and told my cousin I couldn’t drink bc of the baby and my cousin was furious and so after all that happened. My mom made me move back in with her instead of my aunt and then she moved me up to Norman with my uncle out of the military and two days later my mom had passed away and ig I just couldn’t handle the shock and stress of it and I found out I had a miscarriage on Jan. 11th 2016 and was absolutely heartbroken. I hadn’t heard from the guy for about a month after and when he found out we didn’t speak for a whole year which hurt me even more. Til one day he messaged me on Facebook and sent a picture of a baby boy and it said “look at my beautiful son who isn’t yours, some women know how to take care of themselves and their child the right way and they’re not murderers” and that literally broke my heart and so we didn’t speak for another whole year and a half. It still hurts me everyday. But recently I went to visit my brother and my baby nephew and the guy had been there bc ironically he lives across the street and when I saw him he just looked at me and u could tell he felt guilty so having the kind heart that I do.... I walked up to him and hugged him and told him sorry not sorry that I couldn’t give you what you wanted. And then told him I forgave him though. Am I wrong for letting him be back in my life?