The last couple days have my heart physically hurting from the emotional pain. I just had my second baby two months ago and my boyfriend just informed me that he doesn’t know if he wants to be with me anymore and at the end of next month will be moving from where we live in New Hampshire to be with his family and son from his previous relationship all the way down in Florida. He had been talking about making this move for the last couple of months, but the original plan was for us all to move together. Then this week it turned into him moving down initially and then moving us down to be with him within a few months after securing a job and housing. Now he’s not sure if he wants that at all. He’s been a miserable person in general since December when he went for a week to visit his son there and a couple weeks ago we had a discussion about how he’s been unhappy here since then. He said he’s felt trapped here because I was pregnant. It’s more complex because he’s been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and refused to stay on his medication treatment during the pregnancy. He’s put me through absolute hell throughout my pregnancy with emotional abuse, but that has been significantly improved since our baby arrived at the end of July. I’ve had to deal with him frequently exploding on me for things that aren’t my fault, listen to him frequently say how much he hates his life and wants to kill himself but deny my offers to get him help, his paranoia and accusations of infidelity due to trauma from his ex, being unable to wear what I want to wear, months of him doing literally nothing but sitting on his computer playing World of Warcraft to shut everything and everyone out, and a period of having to work back to back 16 hour shifts while heavily pregnant because he was fired from his job for excessive call outs. I held on and was nothing but good to him, which he did admit and thank me for yesterday, in hopes that he would turn things around once our baby arrived. And he has been much better since the birth of our daughter, but it still isn’t enough. He’s abandoning us. I’m completely breaking. I have no idea what I’m going to do because I can’t afford to live without him. I already could barely make ends meet before him for myself and the four year old I have from my previous marriage. Now I have another baby and can’t work like I used to because of childcare. He had me give up my full time CNA job to go per diem and work just one day a week because he had promised to take care of us. I’ve already reached out to the only family I have, my mom and sister, but have not had any help offered. It’s looking like we may end up in a homeless shelter, and to make it even worse I’ll have to give up my two house bunnies, who are one of my greatest sources of joy. He says he still loves me and the only “help” he’s offered really is to take my baby with him, to which I told him will never happen. My life is falling apart and it’s killing me inside.