My daughter, Rose, is 19 and has been with her boyfriend for a year. Initially, I had my reservations, but he turned out to be a decent guy, and I eventually warmed up to him. They recently got engaged, and now Rose is expecting.
I was excited about their marriage and the arrival of their newborn. I allowed them to live in my house and even dedicated one room to the nursery, which we decorated together.
But then… My hands are still shaking from what I saw.
I came home early with packages full of diapers for the baby, which I had bought at a huge discount. As I walked into the kitchen, the packages just dropped from my hands when I saw my daughter holding a
…positive paternity test in her hands — and it wasn’t for her fiancé.
At first, I thought I must be mistaken. But she looked me right in the eye, and I could see the guilt written all over her face. I asked whose it was, and after a long pause, she whispered the name of a man I’d never even heard of before.
I felt my heart sink. All the excitement, the planning, the nursery we’d worked so hard on — it all crumbled in an instant. I told her we needed to have a serious talk before her fiancé came home.
But instead of showing any remorse, she started yelling at me, saying it was her life and that I had “no right to judge.” When I told her I wouldn’t lie for her or keep this from her fiancé, she exploded — accused me of “ruining her happiness” and told me I was “choosing a stranger over my own daughter.”
That’s when I told her she couldn’t stay here if she was going to lie and drag everyone else into her mess. I said she had two choices — come clean to her fiancé and try to make things right, or find somewhere else to live. She grabbed a bag and left without another word.
Now my phone is blowing up with family members calling me heartless, saying I should’ve “protected” her. But all I can think is… protecting her from the consequences now would only destroy her later.
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