Hello everyone. This is my first post on a forum of this nature so please forgive me if it doesn't read well. I suppose I should start with my situation? My (ex)girlfriend is extremely emotionally abusive to me. She verbally insults me, refuses to acknowledge carefully thought out defenses, twists my words, and worst of all, uses our unborn child as a way to control me. One one hand, I want out of the "on-and-off" relationship. I can't deal with her anymore. On the other hand, I want to be there for our baby. She cooperates with me only when it's convenient. When it's not, she bashes me incessantly through texts, on her facebook, and always makes me look like the guilty party. Something like "if our baby isn't worth that much, I'll find someone who cares" when in fact the fight had nothing to do with my actions or the baby, rather my families' attitude toward her. I've come to the realization that the only half-happy life I can have is away from her. Of course, she will fight ferociously to keep me from visitation or custody, because thats the kind of woman she is. Furthermore, there are no doubts in my mind that she will raise our child to believe I walked out and "train" them to hate me. My family has been of little support, mostly threatening me if I date this woman again. I have zero friends. I am involved in a counseling group and I admit it feels good to talk about my emotions, but talking isn't leading to any solutions. My bills are stacking up, I can't afford next months rent. I'm having trouble being motivated and concentrating, thus I'm falling behind on my schoolwork. My work feels insignificant and dead-end. My ex's insults have gotten to me, now I believe that she is right: I won't be a good father, the baby is better off being adopted by a more successful man. I'm not thinking emotionally. I am thinking logically and logistically. I can no longer support myself, I have exhausted familial support. I am not currently succeeding nor do I have new goals. I know that there are plenty of people in my situation, many turn out successful even. I feel that I am just not cut out for the hardship. Call it the coward's way, but I don't know what else to do. I have a plan. I suppose now I just need to get my affairs in order. I need to write a will, pack my stuff for the ease of those to move it, and write letters for everyone I leave behind. It's kind of ironic, my procrastination works to my benefit for once.