I go to check my e-mail, and there is one from my so called boyfriend. He tells me that he was here at SF reading one of my posts. I had a suspicion because I saw a screen name that was one that he uses. He goes on to critique me and the fact that I was venting. And again he sticks up for Stacy. He wants to think that this child isn't his. Well, fuck him. It is. Just because Stacy told him that I was cheating on him. He gets pissed that I said his name and that I was airing his dirty laundry. DUH!! Like anyone here really knows who he is or even cares. He is saying that he doesn't know if our relationship is salvageable. I told him that if he washes his hands of me then he doesn't have to worry because on the birth certificate where the father's name goes it will read unknown. I sit here at my house while he gets to go out and party several nights a week. Ever since I told him his attitude has been luke warm, I guess that this really should come as no big surprise to me. I hate my fucking life and I hope that I die!