I became a single mother of my 3 last year. I got an apartment, a new car, a nice job and moved an hour away from my ex. Im 12 weeks pregnant unexpectedly with a guy who I was casually seeing for about two months before falling pregnant. I know, it's my fault and I'm not denying that. Infact, I'm beating myself up about it daily. He's immature, we get in stupid fights, it was just suppose to be a little bit of casual fun. I know we'll never coparent. I'm just sad. Sad this is the life I'm giving my kids. And scared. Of everything. Going through postpartum again by myself, affording a comfortable life for all of us. And selfishly, the fact that I feel like this solidifies my loss of a normal family. It's too much baggage, too much everything. And while my kids are and will always be the most important, I don't wanna be alone. I have no family, no friends. I'm in therapy. Im so depressed. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so hopeless