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AITA (40M) for refusing to take back my pregnant ex (38F)?

This is a long story, so I’ll try to shorten it as much as possible.

Names changed for privacy.

I met “Stacy” about 15 years ago. We hit it off quickly and started dating within a few weeks. A few years later she moved in with me, and for a long time I genuinely thought we had a solid relationship.

Like any couple, we had ups and downs. Around four years into the relationship, she cheated on me once. I stupidly gave her another chance and tried to move forward.

Looking back now, there were a lot of red flags that I either ignored or convinced myself weren’t a big deal. Her phone was always locked down. The password constantly changed until she switched to fingerprint unlock. It never left her side, always had Notifications turned off, and she became defensive anytime I questioned anything. Whenever I brought up concerns, I somehow ended up being made to feel paranoid or unreasonable.

Then COVID hit, and like a lot of couples, we were suddenly around each other constantly. Honestly, things still weren’t terrible at that point. We rarely fought.

Around the same time, her father passed away and her mother started having serious health problems. I stepped up as much as I could. I drove them to appointments, helped financially when needed, and tried to support them however I could.

Over time, though, things slowly changed.

Stacy became increasingly distant. She stopped putting effort into the relationship. She forgot birthdays and anniversaries repeatedly. Her work schedule changed constantly, and she was spending more and more time on her phone. Meanwhile, I felt like more and more responsibility was being placed on me emotionally, financially, and practically.

For years I basically became the reliable one who handled everything. I worked full-time during the week, then spent most weekends driving her and her mother around, helping with errands, appointments, dinners, and whatever else was needed. Eventually I started pushing back because I was exhausted and beginning to feel taken for granted.

Over the last year of the relationship especially, Stacy pulled away both emotionally and physically. During the final six months, she also started contributing less financially outside of rent and shared bills.

At the same time, she became obsessed with Instagram and TikTok lifestyle content. I wish I was exaggerating when I say she was averaging around six hours a day doom-scrolling.

Then one day I discovered she had been quietly preparing to leave the relationship behind my back.

I confronted her that night, and she admitted she “wasn’t happy anymore.” The conversation mostly turned into her explaining why she felt unfulfilled and wanted a completely different lifestyle than the one we had built together. She talked a lot about wanting a more "traditional wife" lifestyle without children, where she could focus on hobbies and stop working altogether.

A week later she moved out.

What hurt the most wasn’t even the breakup itself. It was how cold the entire thing felt. She cleared out almost everything she could take quickly. Cookware, dishes, towels, sheets, pantry food. Basically anything she considered hers. She did leave the ring I gave her years earlier because she said I “didn’t propose the right way.”

I was devastated.

The last six months have honestly been rough. I started therapy, went to the gym, and reconnected with friends and family I had drifted away from during the relationship. Some mutual friends later admitted there had apparently been concerns about her behavior in past relationships too.

Just as I was finally starting to feel somewhat normal again, Stacy sent me a message out of nowhere asking to meet up and talk.

I agreed because I was curious.

When I saw her, she was visibly pregnant.

We sat down at a coffee shop and after a little small talk she told me she was (obviously) pregnant and initially implied the baby was mine.

I was confused because the timeline made no sense. We hadn’t been intimate in around nine months, and she had moved out about six months earlier. She was 4-5 months pregnant.

I pressed her on it, and then the truth finally came out.

She admitted she had been involved with a coworker during the final stretch of our relationship. Apparently she had expected that relationship to become serious after leaving me, but things fell apart after she became pregnant. According to her, the guy eventually disappeared from the situation entirely.

At that point it became obvious why she had contacted me.

She admitted she was overwhelmed, scared, and struggling financially. She basically asked whether there was any possibility we could “work things out.”

Honestly, I didn’t even know how to respond at first.

Then I laughed, and laughed hard. But I realized I couldn’t go back to that relationship after everything that happened.

I told her I couldn’t be her backup plan after the way she treated me throughout our relationship, especially how things ended.

Then I left.

Since then she’s been repeatedly trying to contact me. As far as I know, she still hasn’t told most people yet and has apparently been trying to hide the pregnancy from her mother and coworkers.

So… AITA?

AITAH (40M) for refusing to take back my pregnant ex (38F)?

This is a long story, so I’ll try to shorten it as much as possible.

Names changed for privacy.

I met “Stacy” about 15 years ago. We hit it off quickly and started dating within a few weeks. A few years later she moved in with me, and for a long time I genuinely thought we had a solid relationship.

Like any couple, we had ups and downs. Around four years into the relationship, she cheated on me once. I stupidly gave her another chance and tried to move forward.

Looking back now, there were a lot of red flags that I either ignored or convinced myself weren’t a big deal. Her phone was always locked down. The password constantly changed until she switched to fingerprint unlock. It never left her side, always had Notifications turned off, and she became defensive anytime I questioned anything. Whenever I brought up concerns, I somehow ended up being made to feel paranoid or unreasonable.

Then COVID hit, and like a lot of couples, we were suddenly around each other constantly. Honestly, things still weren’t terrible at that point. We rarely fought.

Around the same time, her father passed away and her mother started having serious health problems. I stepped up as much as I could. I drove them to appointments, helped financially when needed, and tried to support them however I could.

Over time, though, things slowly changed.

Stacy became increasingly distant. She stopped putting effort into the relationship. She forgot birthdays and anniversaries repeatedly. Her work schedule changed constantly, and she was spending more and more time on her phone. Meanwhile, I felt like more and more responsibility was being placed on me emotionally, financially, and practically.

For years I basically became the reliable one who handled everything. I worked full-time during the week, then spent most weekends driving her and her mother around, helping with errands, appointments, dinners, and whatever else was needed. Eventually I started pushing back because I was exhausted and beginning to feel taken for granted.

Over the last year of the relationship especially, Stacy pulled away both emotionally and physically. During the final six months, she also started contributing less financially outside of rent and shared bills.

At the same time, she became obsessed with Instagram and TikTok lifestyle content. I wish I was exaggerating when I say she was averaging around six hours a day doom-scrolling.

Then one day I discovered she had been quietly preparing to leave the relationship behind my back.

I confronted her that night, and she admitted she “wasn’t happy anymore.” The conversation mostly turned into her explaining why she felt unfulfilled and wanted a completely different lifestyle than the one we had built together. She talked a lot about wanting a more "traditional wife" lifestyle without children, where she could focus on hobbies and stop working altogether.

A week later she moved out.

What hurt the most wasn’t even the breakup itself. It was how cold the entire thing felt. She cleared out almost everything she could take quickly. Cookware, dishes, towels, sheets, pantry food. Basically anything she considered hers. She did leave the ring I gave her years earlier because she said I “didn’t propose the right way.”

I was devastated.

The last six months have honestly been rough. I started therapy, went to the gym, and reconnected with friends and family I had drifted away from during the relationship. Some mutual friends later admitted there had apparently been concerns about her behavior in past relationships too.

Just as I was finally starting to feel somewhat normal again, Stacy sent me a message out of nowhere asking to meet up and talk.

I agreed because I was curious.

When I saw her, she was visibly pregnant.

We sat down at a coffee shop and after a little small talk she told me she was (obviously) pregnant and initially implied the baby was mine.

I was confused because the timeline made no sense. We hadn’t been intimate in around nine months, and she had moved out about six months earlier. She was 4-5 months pregnant.

I pressed her on it, and then the truth finally came out.

She admitted she had been involved with a coworker during the final stretch of our relationship. Apparently she had expected that relationship to become serious after leaving me, but things fell apart after she became pregnant. According to her, the guy eventually disappeared from the situation entirely.

At that point it became obvious why she had contacted me.

She admitted she was overwhelmed, scared, and struggling financially. She basically asked whether there was any possibility we could “work things out.”

Honestly, I didn’t even know how to respond at first.

Then I laughed, and laughed hard. But I realized I couldn’t go back to that relationship after everything that happened.

I told her I couldn’t be her backup plan after the way she treated me throughout our relationship, especially how things ended.

Then I left.

Since then she’s been repeatedly trying to contact me. As far as I know, she still hasn’t told most people yet and has apparently been trying to hide the pregnancy from her mother and coworkers.

So… AITA?