My miscarriage story 👼🏻

I thought my life was going so great, I was with my boyfriend who had asked me to move in as I was expecting a child. I was scared but I was happy, he was happy, or so I thought. The next day I went in to work and he messages me telling me he isn’t happy anymore, that he wants me to think about having this child because he might not be there. I was at work, so I was upset. We had been together for about 7-8 months, and he told me he wanted this, I asked if he was sure as there are other options. He promised me that he was sure. My boss who is very understanding let me go home, but home was at his place. So I left to my dads place, I waited a couple of days for him to message back with what he wanted to do. He didn’t want to be together anymore, and that he didn’t want the baby. That I should not have it. Then a few days after that he messaged me again and said he went back to his Christian faith and that I should keep the baby because it’s the right thing to do. I did tell my dad that I was pregnant as I needed some more support. My dad was very supportive. Saying if i wanted to keep the baby I should. If I didn’t then I would still be supported. Unfortunately on Sunday the 15th I had a miscarriage. The ex-boyfriend heard I was in the hospital, he reached out said we would never be together, and that it’s my fault the baby passed away. I do realize that it’s not my fault, but I can’t help but feel he’s making me into the bad guy. I can’t help but feel responsible. (I’m not looking for pitty I just needed to get my side of the story out)