Where to start...

Everything was fine...I mean, for the most part anyways. Yes things had been weird for the past few weeks but we're about to have a baby... I told myself we were both just super stressed and nervous, that was why everything was weird. I was wrong. Bad wrong. He said he didn't know why he had been acting weird and different but that he just didn't think it was going to work... I don't understand. We had plans. Not just "what are we doing next weekend" plans, but big plans. Marriage plans... Guess it was all a joke. The best part about this whole freaking situation is this... Normally, when you get your heartbroken, you can take as long as you want to feel better...Months and months if you want to. Do I get to do that? No. I get, at the most a few weeks to suck it up and feel better because once Kinleigh gets here, she's my number 1 responsibility and it's not fair to her to have a mother who's moping around being sad all the time. My eyes are crazy puffy from crying myself to sleep the past 2 nights. I'll be just fine then I think of something and the waterworks start again. Normally, I would go on about a week long drinking binge w/ my besties and then feel better...Not this time though. I actually have to work through the pain soberly and it sucks. I can't even have a glass of champagne to wind down. What really really pisses me off is before him, I didn't compromise. It was my way or the highway. Then I met him and we got pregnant and I started making all these plans that were totally against what I had always planned for myself and then I get screwed over. I totally did NOT want to live in Birmingham. It's just not my favorite place. But, that's where he wanted to live so I was going to do it. Another thing, his family was HORRIBLE to me the first 8 months of my pregnancy but because they were his family, and Kinleigh's family too, I kept being the bigger person thinking that one day, I'd be married to him so they'd be my family too.... That got me no where except for heartbroken and alone... And I WAS DONE. I had found the love of my life. We were going to be married and raise Kinleigh and have more kids and be happy... Now, I'm back to where I started. I really don't understand it at all. We were happy. We were in love. Now we're not together. How does that happen? Why does it happen? It's not fair. I'm a firm believe in everything happens for a reason but I am not happy about this at all...