Things have gone back to being worse. I thought everything was sorted, but he's called me from work today. It started as him calling, we laughed as i have heartburn and he said it means baby will have lots of hair. He then started having a rant about work, and saying he was down. He said he felt that his uncles death may have hit him harder than he thought. Then he said he thought i didn't love him. Then he changed his mind, and announced that he's not sure if he wants to be with me. So it all started again. This same conversation we had last week. He said he needs time to think, and won't be home tonight. God knows where he's staying and part of me doesn't care. I called my mother and told her. I am going to the council tomorrow to get myself out of here. This is not a situation i want to be in when baby is here, i am best leaving now. After a bit of talking, we're suspitious that he hasn't even actually told his parents about the baby. I am hurt this little shit has hugged me. Told me he loves me. Made love to me. All after i thought we had sat down and decided to make this work. I am scared, but i think this is the only way i will get peace of mind.