Pregnancy Sabatoge?

Long after I made the connection between the arguments I had on the phone with Rodney from my hotel room (I was a consultant and worked in Northern California Monday through Thursday for several months into my pregnancy) and the onset of bleeding episodes I continued to argue with him. His hostility towards me was more acceptable than it should have been, but as the signs of pregnancy started to manifest their self to me, the self sabotage was no longer an acceptable option. I told Rodney he had many options, but tormenting me was not one of them. I blocked him from my home phone, e-mail and every other way I could think of. He caught me on my cell phone only hours before I was scheduled to have my number changed, and promised to treat me better. I decided I should, in fairness, give him the benefit of the doubt. There was nothing easy about what was happening. But doubt became the standard fair as his treatment of me was as inconsistent as night and day. In response to an angry e-mail accusing me of future crimes of “treating him like a sperm donor” and “taking him to court to garnishing his wages”, I promised Rodney he could chose to be an equal parent without interference from me. I also promised that I would not interfere with his career advance and pursuit of finical stability. He would cover our child with his insurance and nothing more. I extended an olive branch in allowing him to give our daughter a name. Nikque Monique was the name he chose and is the name she has. I asked him to select a pediatrician from his health plan provider directory. He told me he didn’t know how to pick a pediatrician, I told him, neither did I.