Trouble in Paradise

So guys last time we talked, I was telling y’all how my boyfriend ex kept contacting him and he was telling me it was nothing to worry about, she’s “obsessed” with him and he would handle it or whatever. Sooo basically I let the cards play out but I kept dropping warnings to him right. I’m a female so I know how females can be but he kept brushing me under the rug. soo we winded up going on a date night and ofc y’all know how it ended but y’all when I tell you my heart was hurting you just know when something doesn’t feel rt. Normally like our sex be so intimate and passionate( lol look you in your eyes starring at your soul type of sex). But this time he couldn’t even look at me and I knew then it was fucking guilt. I couldn’t even get off at all! I really went in the bathroom after it and started crying. I’m addition to the sex being off the way he treated me started to change. He went from being so appreciative and affectionate to being so cold and mean. I decided to ask him like wtf been wrong and EXIBIT “A” is how he responded!

After that conversation happened I knew everything was just gone go down hill! Long story short him and his ex never stopped messing around and she winded up getting pregnant. I have never felt so empty in my life only God knows how that feels. Especially like when I did the math of the conception date it was around the time maybe a little after we met each others parents and siblings. Then on top of that it was a possibility I was expecting and he was saying “I’m not ready for a baby yet” (basically saying that if I am I need to get rid of it”) . But all the conversations before hand was us doing it the “right way”. Getting married and then having a kid. I just don’t understand, you can give a man everything they need and then some. It’s still never enough. This was my first relationship after I went through one of the darkest times in my life. I did everything right ! Took time to heal, communicated even when it was hard, I was as venerable as I could be. I just don’t know…