Too good to be true?

You know there is an old saying, "if it seems too good to be true, it probably is". A lot of times we don't want to believe that but unfortunately it tends to hit the nail on the head. We want to believe that something so amazing can happen to us for no other reason than because we deserve it, for me there has always been another reason....I guess to prove that I am incredibly naive. Yep, I fell for it! He got along with my family, me, and my kids loved him so much. I was swept up in something so amazing that I had honestly never really felt before. We spent all of our time together. I was either in Kentucky or he was in Tennessee. Before I knew it I had a ring on my finger. Then it happened...a baby. I was so excited. I went to the doctor and he confirmed what I had suspected, I was in fact pregnant with our baby. And this is where it began. Before I knew it we split up and he was dating another girl. All I could think was what in the world happened. The next month was back and forth from the doctor for different things and by myself. Not one time did he ever come down to go with me. I quickly realized who cared and who did not. Stanton cried when I told him. I felt so awful. All of this time I honestly thought this guy loved when in reality I had it all along. I made a huge mistake. June 30th I woke up hurting and it began...I miscarried. I had so many thoughts and feelings running through me. My mom came and got me and took me to her house so that she could take care of me. He wasn't the least bit concerned. He was too busy shacking up with his ex-girlfriend. That really broke my heart. I had so many emotions running through me but I remember feeling guilty because I felt some what relieved. I didn't know how I was going to do it by myself in the first place. Also, a child deserves to have both parents and I knew that this child would not have had a father in it's life. I have went through many emotions since this has happened. I no longer have the desire to be with anyone. I honestly don't think I can handle anymore hurt. I have been extremely depressed which I guess can be expected. There are days that I lay in the bed and cry, ones that I don't want to open my eyes, ones that I wish would be the last.