…I don’t intend to do anything to keep him tied to me just because I’m pregnant.
That part matters to me.
A lot.
Because as messy as everything has been…
I don’t want to turn this child into something that feels like an obligation or a chain between us.
We’ve already done enough damage to each other.
The truth is, we didn’t end because of one big thing.
No betrayal.
No single moment.
Just years of small things that built up.
Miscommunication.
Frustration.
Resentment.
And by the time we realized how far apart we’d grown…
we were already too far gone.
When I found out I was pregnant, I won’t lie—
I panicked.
Not because of the baby.
But because of what it meant.
We had just accepted that we weren’t good together.
And suddenly…
we were tied together forever.
When I told Jack, he was quiet for a long time.
Then he said,
“We’ll figure it out… but not as a couple.”
And oddly enough…
that was the most honest we’d been with each other in a long time.
We both agreed.
No pretending.
No “staying together for the baby.”
Because we both grew up seeing what that looks like.
And we don’t want that for our child.
Now, we’re trying to do something harder.
Be respectful.
Be fair.
Be present.
Without being together.
We talk about logistics.
Doctor’s appointments.
Future plans.
Custody arrangements.
Some days, it’s easy.
Some days, it’s not.
There are still moments where old arguments try to creep back in.
Where emotions get tangled.
But then we remind ourselves—
This isn’t about us anymore.
It’s about the little person who didn’t ask for any of this…
but deserves the best version of both of us.
I don’t hate him.
And I don’t think he hates me.
We just finally accepted something we should’ve admitted sooner:
We weren’t meant to last as a couple.
But maybe…
we can still succeed as parents.
And right now…
that’s enough.
Not a perfect ending.
But a real one.
And maybe, for our child…
that’s the beginning that matters most. ❤️
