So the full story of how this happened... Well, I dated this 'wonderful' man for about a year before we got engaged. We stayed together for a while, and realized that we both wanted different things for our lives. So, we split up. A couple of months went by and I didn't have my period. I decided to meet with him and tell him, and take a pregnancy test. Wow, guess what? It came out positive. I was in shock. Happy. Sad. Confused. We got back together not too long afterwards. At first everything was horrible, but slowly things got better. We actually started to care about each other again. He may not have cared about me, but he sure acted like he did. Anyways, I hate high school parties, and he decided he wanted to be a teenager again, so while I was at work, he threw a party. I freaked out because of all the underage drinking. His thirteen year old little brother was there drinking. It was a sad sight. I couldn't stand being there, so I left. Then, when I came back in the morning, there was a girl sleeping on my side of the bed. I was angry. I pulled him out of the bed by his hair. I screamed at him. I was so pissed off, then we broke up. I couldn't deal with how immature he was behaving. Now, a couple months later I'm still single. I'm going to be a single mother. I hate hearing the sound of that.