For 7 weeks (how long Iv known we are pregnant) it's been a living hell in my flat. He creates an argument, he screams, he yells, swears at me and drives me to the point of insanity. Then blames it on my hormones. I'm left sat there in shock. He refuses to help save for my maternity as he's not paying for my "jollies". He refuses to even help save for the baby at all. He does all the overtime under the sun so was hardly home. Wouldn't help me get the baby room ready so I had to get up the ladder and scrape off the wall paper and Pay for the ceiling and walls to be plastered, then paint it and put new carpet in. In arguements he would punch the walls and throw things. Didn't turn up for the emergency scan as work is more important to him. He spoke to my mother like she was shit on his shoe. He basically turned into someone i no longer knew. 

So I kicked him out and am facing this alone. I'm 11 weeks and 4 days pregnant. Left heartbroken and scared. Whilst he is at the pub enjoying a nice cold beer in the beer garden clearly enjoying single life. 

But I will have the last laugh. Because I have this beautiful baby growing inside me. I have my own little flat to which I can share with my beautiful little bundle of joy and it will NEVER know what's it's like to feel unloved because I will give it so much love enough for a missing father. And it will never want for anything. This I vow. 

To my beautiful creation,

Mummy loves you so so much and you are my absolute blessing in this cruel world we live in! I can't wait to meet you! Love mummy xxx