My heart aches. Yesterday I watched the love of my life and the father of my unborn daughter taken from our home, a place I thought I was going to have a family, my boyfriend, my baby, and myself live and grow together as a family, make memories, and share good times with. But I was sadly mistaken. I felt like we finally had it and it was so good to believe that my boyfriend was sober and doing the right thing for me and his girl but I was wrong. I sat in my car with my dog crying as I watched him be handcuffed and look at me in tears as they put him in the back of the cop car. It was the hardest and saddest thing I've ever had to do but I will do ANYTHING to protect my daughter even if that means being alone. Waking up and rolling over to him not being there made me sick to my stomach. I thought it was just a horrible dream and I'd roll over, kiss him good morning and start our day together but the harsh reality set in when I walked downstairs and he was really gone, gone this time, for good. No phone, no idea where he was or who he was with, just knowing he wasn't in jail where he could have at least been safe. No I pave back and forth waiting for my phone to ring hoping and praying he will call. Every hour that passes he doesn't I feel like he just doesn't care or even think about if I'm ok or how I feel. I wish the pain would stop. I know time heals all but being pregnant, 5 months, all I want is my boyfriend back and to want me back too