My BF told his friends he didn’t want me to have his baby because I was getting too fat

The Discovery of Josh’s Deception

My boyfriend told his friends he didn’t want me to have his baby because I was getting too fat during pregnancy. So, I left him, gave birth, and had a glow up. I then found someone who actually loved me, and that made my ex go psycho. He crashed our wedding, and forced me to take everything from him.

Josh and I had been together for the last 4 years. I am currently 7 months pregnant. We met through a dating app, hitting it off over a shared love of nerdy comics and lame action movies. Our relationship moved at a pace we liked. We moved in after 2 years, becoming parents to a cat after three. I learned that I was pregnant last January.

He had been pushing for us to have a baby. The day we found out was the best of my life. When I came around to it, and we saw those two lines, we were elated. We immediately started planning for the arrival of our bundle of joy. In reality, it was mostly me planning everything, and Josh just going with it.

He didn’t even seem to care what gender the baby was going to be. This was extremely odd given how excited he was beforehand. About 2 months into my pregnancy, he started making questionable comments about us having the kid. It wasn’t anything too negative, but enough to plant a seed of doubt in my mind.

Whenever I showed him potential cribs, strollers, or nurseries, he’d say, “Why can’t they just sleep beside us?” Or, “Why don’t we leave it for now and decide later?” I brushed it off as him being nervous at first. Then came the ignoring of my questions about the baby.

I’d sent him pictures or themes for nurseries. All he’d say in response was, “Sure,” or, “Cool looks fine, I guess”. He blamed it on him being stressed, saying he can’t handle all this. I remember feeling very hurt by this.

My bump had started really growing. I was in more and more pain by the day. My hormones were all over the place. I’d randomly start crying out of nowhere. All I wanted was to lie down and give my body a break, but I was pushing through, planning everything. And here he was, too stressed to help.

I still pushed all my feelings away until last month. Then he started hanging out with a co-worker named Bill more often. I remember begging him to stay home, telling him I was in a lot of pain and needed him here. He’d just brush me off because he needed to distress.

He’d go to Bill’s two or three times per week. When he’d come home and find me throwing up in the bathroom, he’d barely check on me. Sure, he brought me a blanket and some water, but not much more than that.

It got to a point where he stopped showing me any sort of affection. I couldn’t get as much as a hug good night off him, much less a kiss or anything more intimate. I remember talking to my best friend Susie about it. She told me some guys can act this way before becoming fathers. She suggested I get him a parenting book to ease his nerves.

So, last week I got him a book suited for anxious expecting fathers. I even cooked him a three-course meal from scratch while freaking pregnant so it would be ready for him by the time he got back from work. Well, that night was a disaster. Josh barely looked at me all while we ate our food.

When I gave him the book, he dropped a bomb. He wanted me to terminate the pregnancy. I was stunned. He was the one who pushed for the baby in the first place. I pressed him, and he said he’s realized he’s not sure if he’s ready to be a dad. He referenced how Bill regrets having his kids.

I wanted to break down and cry, wondering how he was letting his coworker affect his judgment. The rest of the night was silent and extremely tense. We didn’t speak until the morning when I headed out to grab breakfast alone and think about it. I remember calling Susie, and she talked me through everything.

I felt slightly better coming home that evening. I had a clearer head and had made a mental note of all the talking points I needed to have with Josh. Then I got a text from Richard, one of Josh’s other co-workers.

He asked me if I was okay. We had only met twice before, so I was extremely confused. I responded that I was, then asked why he was texting me. He immediately dropped the subject. I wanted to ignore it, but I couldn’t shake the feeling.

I called him and when he answered, he sounded nervous, like he was hiding something. I questioned him over and over until he spilled.

The co-workers were all congratulating Josh on the pregnancy. But when Bill asked Josh if he was ready for his wife to never be the same, Josh said he had concerns. When Richard interrupted asking Josh what he meant, Josh said something like, “She’s just getting fatter”.

“It’s not pretty to look at, and I’ve seen the horror stories”. “Women have a kid and then become too lazy to lose the fat”. “I don’t want to sleep with her and pretend I find it hot for the rest of my life”.

He then chuckled, trying to play it off as some joke. Richard said he and some guys called Josh out for that, but Josh doubled down on his statement. I cried in the park for hours after that call. Josh, the supposed love of my life who promised me the world, publicly admitted that me getting fat and ugly was the reason he didn’t want to have our kid.

I drove home, determined to confront Josh about his betrayal. But my hands were shaking so badly I nearly crashed the car. I had to pull over and practice what I would say, recording voice notes to keep myself focused. It took me almost 30 minutes to calm down enough to drive again.

My pregnancy app pinged with a notification that my baby was now the size of an avocado, which made me cry all over again.

When I finally arrived home, I found Josh playing video games as if nothing was wrong. He hadn’t even noticed I’d been gone for hours. Seeing his casual indifference made my blood boil. I unplugged his console mid-game, forcing him to acknowledge me.

He jumped up, yelling about losing his progress until he saw my face. I must have looked like hell because he immediately backed up a few steps. I calmly showed Josh the texts from Richard, asking if they were true. Instead of denying it, he became defensive, saying Richard was exaggerating.

I realized he wasn’t even going to try denying his disgusting comments.

I stood there watching his face for any sign of remorse, but found none. Josh tried turning the situation around, claiming I was overreacting due to pregnancy hormones. This was a classic gaslighting move, but I refused to let him gaslight me.

I played the voice recording I’d secretly made of my call with Richard. Every disgusting detail was laid bare. I watched his face change as he heard himself described. I still remember how his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

The color drained from Josh’s face as he heard himself described mocking my body. But rather than apologize, he doubled down, saying, “You have to admit you’ve let yourself go”. I literally hadn’t even gained that much weight yet. Mostly just my belly showing.

I grabbed my emergency bag, a bag I’d packed for hospital stays, and told him I was leaving. I couldn’t stand to look at him another second. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped my keys twice trying to get out the door. Josh suddenly panicked, blocking the door and begging me to stay. His pleas felt hollow after everything I’d learned.

I called Susie to come get me, refusing to spend another minute with him. He kept trying to touch my stomach, which made me feel sick. I flinched every time his hand came near me. It was like my body was physically rejecting his presence.

While waiting for Susie, Josh switched tactics, crying and claiming he was just scared about becoming a father. The tears looked fake AF. I noticed he kept glancing at my stomach with disgust. I realized our entire relationship had been built on lies.

I felt so stupid for believing he ever wanted this baby. All those conversations about baby names and nursery colors were complete BS.

Susie arrived and helped me gather my essential belongings. Josh followed us around the apartment, alternating between threats and pleas. Susie recorded his behavior on her phone as evidence. He kept trying to grab things out of my hands.

As we were leaving, Josh grabbed my arm, begging for one more chance. His grip tightened painfully when I refused. I could feel his fingernails digging into my skin. Susie threatened to call the police, finally making him back off. I had bruises the next day.

In Sus’s car, I broke down completely. I was 7 months pregnant with nowhere to go. But Susie reminded me I had people who truly cared about me. We drove to her apartment where she had already prepared her guest room. I felt lost and terrified.

That night, I couldn’t sleep, worrying about my future as a single mother. But feeling my baby kick reminded me what was truly important. I started making lists of steps I needed to take to protect myself and my child. The list helped me focus through my panic. I went through an entire notepad that night. The pages were wet with tears.

The next morning, I called my OB/GYN to inform them about the situation. They warned me about the stress affecting the baby. I scheduled an emergency appointment to check on my baby’s health.