What was THAT????

No one would believe the Jerry Springer-like quality my life has taken on in the past month, if it hadn't happened to me.

Let's back it up to May. LaMar finally proposed marriage. We planned a November wedding at a seaside retreat along the California coast. Beautiful and romantic, and the wedding and marriage of our dreams.

At the end of July, he called me up one day out of the blue and said it was over. Fin! That's it. Don't call, email or show up. And if I showed up, he would call the police and have me taken away.

WTF? No really... WTF???

I still have no idea. But the next week I found out that we have a little bun in the oven. It's not even a joke that I would play on someone I hate. Talk about feeling helpless. My heart is in pieces and it feels like my life is over.

Yet... new life is just beginning, right below my navel! LaMar received the registered letter I sent, but he has not responded, and quite frankly I don't know if he will.

But my choices are now clear: provide for and protect the baby. All else is irrelevant.