pt 2~The preganancy and being alone

We were together until about mid March. He stayed by my side through the worst of the morning sickness (hello..it was all day and night for me) and put up with my moods. But..His friends started putting it in his head that I wasn’t good for him and even tried to convince him that the baby wasnt his. So he started putting me off and ignoring my calls. Ok. I can deal. But then I found out through mutal friends that he had started smoking pot constantly. Prior to being pregnant, I admit I smoked some. But now he had his job ( i lost my job at the grocery store at the end of March due to being so sick) and was hanging around the wrong people.I broke up with him.
At first when I broke up with him. I was scared to death. Here I was 18, still in high school and pregnant. I went through hell the first few weeks. But then all of my friend started hanging around the house and keeping me busy. (for the most part, when I refer to my friends, they are guys. I had more guy friends than girls)
My very best friend Denise volunteered to go to dr appointments and lamaze class with me. My friend Tony would come and get me at 2 in the morning when I called for ice cream.
I managed to graduate high school. That was the one thing I wanted to do more than anything. I had to get that diploma and I did.
I decided one day in July to call Russ house. I didnt want to talk to him, I just wanted to talk to his mom and let her know what was going on with me. Russ brother answered the phone and was so excited that I had called. He said that they had been trying to get a hold of me and russ wouldnt let them have the number. So I talked to him for awhile and then Denise and I drove up there that evening to see Russ mom and dad and brother, Russ wasn’t supposed to be home.
Well, as my luck has it. Russ was there. I totally ignored him. I had a nice chat with his mom and told her that I would call when the baby was born. The whole time we were there Russ kept peeking around the corner at me. I did my best to ignore him. I still loved him, but I wasnt letting him know that I cared.
After that night, Russ started calling about every other day wanting to see me. My mom would answer and tell him that I wasnt home and I didnt want to talk to him. She never told me he called. But my dad would answer and he would tell me. If I was home I would get on the phone for a few minutes and then get off. It upset me to much to talk to him.
So basically from March -September. I was on my own as far and Russ and I were concerened.
Now…the day my son was born….