We barely spoke. I worked as hard as I could to earn enough to save. Jason wasn't working and didn't intend to. He moved in with his father and stayed home every day. I was livid. What kind of loser had I ended up with? He insisted on coming to every appointment with me, even if I didn't want to. I honestly didn't want him anywhere around me. At 20 weeks we found out we were having a girl. I was halfway there, only 20 weeks left and I would become a mother. 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 guilty of ruining his life. I guess it took me, to get pregnant.