I Was 2 Months Pregnant

The first time I lost a child was when I was just about to graduate from undergrad at FSU.  The father was going to be the ultimate "baby daddy", but I didn't care, I was in love with him and that's all that mattered.  I was actually one of those people who believed that if I had his baby, he would fall madly in love with me and want to make us a family.  I'm not exactly sure where I got that idea from, but I believed in that, and the fact that he took it upon himself to release himself inside of me, wow, I felt special.  I laugh at myself as I'm writing this because I was so naive.  First of all, why would he want to make me apart of his life when he knew that I allowed him to treat me any kind of way he wanted without repercussion?  Second, most men don't make wives out of women who already give them everything they desire up front, without having to work for it.  Last but not least, he had quite a few groupies, why get tied down to me, when he could sleep with 3 freaks at one time?  Yeah, I was dumb, but I didn't know it. LOL.
So we're in this up and down, roller-coaster type relationship.  Having unprotected sex, not happy with each other, just doing things to pass the time....then all of sudden I find out I'm pregnant. I can't remember how I knew to take a pregnancy test, but I did and then the results came back..........I was really pregnant!  I was so happy, but when I told him I received one of the typical "dead beat father to be" lines: So what you gonna do?  I was like what do you mean O_o!!!!!  I'm going to keep this baby.  Now I had no intentions of being a single mother, nothing against single mothers, but that's a job title that I'll pass on.  I told him that I was going to be fine without him, if he chose not to stick around, but I hoped that he change his mind and come around. 
He never really came around, in fact, he pushed himself further and further away from me and I was crushed.  My plan didn't work out and now I was going to be a single mother, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and force him to be with me.  Every chance I got to talk with him I made sure he knew what he was going to be losing.  I was P-I-T-I-F-U-L! You hear me, pitiful!  I guess he realized how pitiful I was and said fuck it, I don't want you and I don't want that baby.
I cried myself to sleep and the very next day I miscarried.