Am i cruel?

I met a man I had crushed on for a long time. We had everything and more in common and could talk for hours on end about anything and everything. We managed to hook up the first night we met in person, and I expected he'd leave and I wouldn't see him again. Because let's face it, he was a 10/10 and dating models before meeting me. But he kept coming back. And it wasn't just to hook up again, he actually took me places around the town, and other cities. We got in a car crash together on a foggy night and nearly died, yet I felt so alive. Sex was fierce and brutal. Never slow and romantic though.. I lost my home and had to stay outside, and his living situation wasn't the best for company either, so he decided to camp with me so I wouldn't be alone. I got enough money to get hotel rooms after, and he still stayed with me.
But alas, where we lived was too expensive to get a new place to live so I had to move very far. I asked him to come with me and he said he would join after he tied up loose ends in this town.
The whole time we were together though.. there were girls arguing on his social media about who was actually dating him. And who knew him the longest and laughing at each other for thinking that /they/ were the ones with him. I asked him if he had multiple gfs and he said no. And I said "maybe you should clear that up with them then." And he said it was funny. But all these girls kept posting thinking they were with him. And I realized I was just another girl on that list.
I told him, if he'd just tell me the truth, that he had other women, I'd consider being in a open relationship because idk, I guess I never met someone that was literally like my other half. And the way those girls were, cause I know they're not stupid and they must know he had multiple as well no matter how many times he lies and says "oh, they're just an ex that can't let go", I'm sure they wouldn't have mind being with him as he well. they all knew he was going from one girl to the next and just ignoring it anyways..
But, he kept denying it to me, even though all the facts were there. So I finally got him to take a plane to me, and he said he'd live with me in this new town far away. Which meant away from all them as well. I was happy.

But during that time, my dad had died and I was greatly depressed. A friend i kind of knew, who used to travel like me, was traveling again. So I told him to take an Amtrak to me because I needed a familiar face asap to stop me from ending my life due to the loss of my father. He came as fast as he could. Little did i know he had been crushing on me for years.
He was the complete opposite of the man I had fallen for.
The man I liked was sweet, similar humor and thoughts, exactly my type, extremely mature, but not honest nor loyal.
And this friend, was an asshole, because he was honest. And 100% against cheating so super loyal, definitely not my type though, doesn't understand my sarcasm or any of my jokes as a matter of fact. And we have traveling, drinking, some music, and a couple games in common. Everything else we just have no interest in each other's interests.

So you see.. this friend of mine showed up before that man did. Just one week before. And he was the first person who I knew for a fact was loyal, and not a pushover. Honest. The type of guy who's with you for life. I was shocked any man like that still existed. And we hungout as friends and it was great. The man I fell for showed up, and we went to a bar and he kept disappearing to flirt with other girls. So I left. My friend wanted to leave town, but decided to leave me a drunken sad note for me before he left to confess his feelings.
And the moment I read it my heart fluttered. This guy was real. Everything about him was real and honest.
Unlike the man I had everything in common with.
So I told the man, that I'd pay for his Uber to get back to the house, and he could do as he liked. Because I was gonna travel with my friend.
A few tears rolled down that man's face, and he gave me a hug and left. I never saw him again.

I left with that friend, and he saved me from ending my life. I now have a baby with him, and having her is what keeps me alive through any sad times. We have two houses and two cars, even though we started from nothing. He moved to that new town with me and really fell in love.
The problem is, we hardly talk because we lack so much in common. And when we do talk, we always misinterpret what the other says so it turns into huuuge fights. We try to do fun things together but we're the complete opposites, nothing ever ends well. Our sex is great at least and we explore a lot.
But I don't even want sex with him that often because the fights make me feel like we should even do that.

I always find myself thinking back to that man, and wondering if I made the right decisions.. it's not like anything can change now, because we have a child. And of course, he loves me so much, he will never let me go no matter how many times I get frustrated.
Idk.. there's my story. Say whatever. I love the little things about him at least.