In late July of 2017 I started dating a guy that I had met my senior year in high school. He was charming, attractive and sweet. Everything was perfect until about a year into the relationship when he started hitting me. I thought that the physical abuse was okay, that it was fine since he was just hurting me. Then in August of 2018 I found out I was pregnant with his child. We lived close to each other, so seeing him wasn’t an issue. I managed to keep my distance for as long as I could, and if I did see him it would only be at school, or just outside my house for a minute. I didn’t want to tell him I was pregnant in fear of what would happen next. He knew something wasn’t right with us not seeing each other as often so he showed up at my front door telling me that I needed to get over to his house. On November 21st, 2018 I lost my 12 week old unborn baby due to being savagely beaten by his/her’s father. Ladies be careful who you claim to be in love with, because until that day I never knew that I was in love with a monster. (For my safety this has been put as anonymous because my ex is still out there. Thank you for taking the time to read my story).