We barely spoke. I worked as much as I could to earn enough money to save. Jason wasn't working and had no intention of doing so. He moved in with his father and stayed home every day. I was furious. What kind of loser had I ended up with? He insisted on coming to every appointment with me, even though I didn't want him to. Honestly, I didn't want him around me. At 20 weeks we found out we were having a baby girl. I was halfway there, only 20 weeks left and I would be a mom. I started trying to get over my resentment against Jason, but I gave up. He was an idiot and I wasn't going to put up with him. I hadn't done anything, but I was still responsible for ruining his life. I guess it just took me to get pregnant.