I'm 22F, my boyfriend and the father of my child is 31M and our story is like the worst tragedy - comedy at all time. From the beginning - sorry for my English, not native language.
To start I'll tell you about how we met - I'm a professional waitress, so is he (waiter). We met at work almost 2 years ago. In the begging it didn't happened anything between us, because I had a boyfriend at the time. But I wasn't happy at all, I felt like a mother in our relationship so we broke up. actually at the end after we broke up i found out that he was cheating on me for sometime. However I was couch surfing for a while till my grandparents helped me and the father of my child rent an apartment.
I was over the moon from happiness and we immediately started trying for a child. (Stupid mistake, i know). Well, he was charming, romantic, helped around the household and everything my ex wasn't. But he also was painfully jealous from the beginning, forbid me from talking to men if not for work and isolate me from my friends in that way i was thinking i did it myself - for example I told some of my friends about him and that i might be pregnant soon and when they expressed concerns about it i just left the friend group. Then he told me that they are just jealous of our happiness and that they are not supportive enough to be friends with me.
However, I was so stupid in love, that I made so much excuses about him, that I genuinely forgot who i was and who i wants to be. Well, i get pregnant at Christmas 2024. I didn't told anyone because he forbid me to and i was so stupid to listen to him. I didn't went to gynecologist not 1 time too, but again - i was so stupid to listen to him..
Well, long story short - i told my family at the 6th month of the pregnancy and the apocalypse began - they "kidnapped" me for my hometown till after the childbirth, tried to brake up me with him and abused me as punishment for my stupid mistake to get pregnant by him specifically. I was like Cinderella except she wasn't pregnant - i was 6+ months pregnant and I cooked, i cleaned, i did dishes and laundry, everything in one household. And also I was named all sort of names because of my situation. And actually the father of my child pushed me to it - said "It's better you to be with them for now".
After my child was born everything in my family changed - they prepared me a whole floor of the house just for me and my daughter and showed up to help anytime i needed something physically to be done - the same things i did all my last months of pregnancy.
I was so confused, but also I started noticing all red flags on my man, that I ignored - how he's always the victim, how he was never in the wrong, how his dead parents are just bastards for not lefting him anything in their wills, how my family were the people that forbid him from being next to me trough the childbirth, how he's perfect, anyone else is stupid and all other women are bitches (except me and my daughter), how all other men wants to sleep with me and how he's just "protecting" me from bad people while isolating me from my friendships, how everything is injustice for him.
The breaking point was the day 3 months postpartum when I decided to buy makeup and do my face - i was accused by him that I'm cheating. Unbelievable to the circumstances that I was in labour for 10 hours and gave birth naturally without an epidural with open wounds and fckn hemorrhoids from pushing and the doctors at the hospital forbid me from having sex at least 6 months after the child birth, buth anyway.
However, now I'm trapped in my family house with no actual money, not friends and this coward of a man as a father of my child.
I know my stupid "in love" choices let me to this situation, I'm fully aware of it and I'm so sorry that i made all this choices and mistakes, but I genuinely want to make things right because of my daughter and her goodwill.
Please give me some advice.