"What? Why?" I asked, beginning to panic. Was he breaking up with me? Over the phone?
"I just need some space."
I stay quiet for a good 3 seconds. "Babe. What's the problem?"
"The problem? The problem is us. Did you see the way your family looked at me? We can't work."
"My family? This isn't about them! This is about us. You have to trust me," I insist.
"I can't. I'm sorry. You're a great girl, and I really like you. But I--"
"I'm pregnant." I blurt.