How did I get here?

This is a question I've asked myself hundreds of times in the past couple of months. I still don't quite understand it, but everything happens for a reason. I truly believe that.

 So here's my story:

About six years ago I met a boy. I was new to a school and he was a friend. A year later we started dating. It was like this instant connection. We came from similar backgrounds and something about us just felt right. He and I were in love almost instantly but were both afraid to show it. But as soon as we did, everyone around us could see it.

He and I finished high school, graduating in the same year, and starting attending college. Over the summer we had a break up but got back together. I ended up transferring schools to be with him. Not too long after this we moved into a house together. This was the start of one of the best times of our relationship. We got a puppy, went on an awesome vacation, and found out we were expecting a baby.

The news of the child both scared and excited us. We were both unsure if we would be able to conceive a child. Yet here we were, 19 and living on our own, expecting a wonderful bundle of joy. Surprisingly to us our parents took the news well. A little less than 9 months later and our beautiful healthy baby girl came into the world.

For awhile things were good, then something happened. I don't know exactly what, but something changed. It was a difficult time. Though for me most times were good and I was completely confident in our relationship. We had some rocky times, but I knew we could get through it. Apparently he did not feel the same. There are many underlying issues, but for the sake of his privacy and ours, I will not go into details.

The point of this being, I am now back living at home with my mom and sisters, baby girl in tow of course. I'm learning to live life single and happy. It hasn't been an easy journey, some days are harder than others. But the only thing harder than the first step, is the next step....