I (27F) found out two months ago that I can’t have children naturally. My dream of becoming a mom was shattered. My boyfriend (29M) told me he was fine with adoption or fostering—that we could still have a family together. I believed him.
But last night, after a few drinks, he broke down. He admitted he’s been grieving the life he could’ve had with someone else. He said he loves me, but he imagined children who looked like him, carrying his name, and now he feels robbed.
I sat there, numb, unable to respond. My heart wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The man I love most, the person I trusted with my future, secretly wishes I weren’t me. I keep hearing his words over and over, and I don’t know how to move past them.
