I am so fed up with all of this shit! Being pregnant is supposed to be a happy time, full of joy and closeness. I have neither. I also have no symptoms. Nothing. I am at least 8 weeks and I feel no different than any other time. It worries me. Mike is a FUCKING ASS!! I talked to him for a few minutes yesterday. FUCKING ASS!! I told him that I wanted to go to the ER today (Saturday). He proceeded to tell me that he had planned on going to Louisville to play in that poker tourney. Then he was supposed to have dinner with Stacy. I told him to just forget it..I will take care of it. He starts getting pissy with me. He doesn't call me, he doesn't answer his texts, and I haven't seen him since he had me buy food for him. That has been two weeks ago or more. He told me that it is my fault. Mainly because I didn't go to pool this week. First, I never even agreed to play this session. Second, like I really want to be around Stacy. Third, I would have to take the bus home..oh so much fun. I told him that it would be nice to do something that was fun, not something that we had to do. His response..."oh, so we have to be doing something fun?" FUCKING ASS!! But he can go out to dinner with that BITCH. Fuck her and her bullshit with telling him that I am cheating on him. STUPID BITCH!! I ended up telling him to have fun with Stacy and hung up. He hasn't called back. Oh well, shows where I rank in his life. FUCKING ASS!! Plus the fact that he was wanting to go 100 miles from home to play in that poker tourney, mean while...have you paid ANY of your bills? Not hard to guess the answer to that one. NO!! He got paid on Friday, so go and spend it. Never mind that your rent is two months behind, it will be three in another week. He hasn't paid his electric, cable, water, phone (except when they shut it off because he hadn't paid it), nothing. I guess when he gets evicted, he can go and move in with Stacy. He needs to grow the fuck up and start acting like a responsible adult instead of a child. I am expecting his fucking child, but he would rather go and do anything but care. Fuck him if he thinks that he can treat me this way and still expect to have anything to do with this. Like he will care anyway. I guess everyone else was right on this. It really makes me mad to think that I was so wrong. I guess that he doesn't realize that I am off almost all of my meds, plus my hormones are totally fucked. But his ego is much more important. FUCKING ASS!! So, I won't have to saddle this kid with the name of Kelso. I can name it what ever the hell I want. He has no say. Hell, he doesn't want it to be his anyway. FUCKING ASS!! I really hope that he is out having the time of his fucking life with Stacy. I am not going to put up with his shit. A part of me wants to go over to his house when he is at work and get my stuff. Like namely, my play station. Plus, all of my phone numbers for my phone are on his computer. I asked him to e-mail the list to me, but that would mean doing something for someone else. It really does hurt me in knowing that he doesn't fucking care. That poker and dinner with that BITCH is more important than me being able to find out if there is something wrong with this pregnancy. He is good at finding a way of making nothing his fault. He transfers blame very easily. Nothing is his fault. It is always someone else's. And I guess he will spend the rest of his life making sure to blame anyone but himself. Because everyone is out to sabotage his life. Even God steps in and makes him miss pool shots. Because the whole world is out to get him. I actually feel bad for Mark and William. They both lent him money. But so did his friend Greg, at least eight months ago, and he still hasn't paid him back. So, the chances of them seeing their money any time soon is slim to none. Well, it's not my problem. FUCKING ASS!!