Am I a Bad Mother for Kicking My Pregnant Daughter Out?
I’m so caught up in my story’s many turns and turns that I’m not even sure where to start! When my daughter told me she was pregnant, I believed she was headed in the right direction for college! My youngster did something so terrible that it forced my hand after I gave in to that monkey in the works!
Hello to all of you. My name is Ella, and this year, Rose, my daughter, turns 19. I want to know what everyone thinks about a somewhat challenging story that I am going to tell. My daughter, who is fifteen, has been dating Nathan, a twenty-year-old, for a year now.
Alright, I’ll be honest: as a single mom who has experienced it all, I had my doubts about Nathan. But to my wonderful surprise, he turned out to be a really nice guy. I noticed that I was getting to know him and thinking of him as my adopted kid.
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When I found out something I didn’t want for her at that age, I wasn’t overly delighted. “Mom, I have to tell you something, but you need to promise me that you won’t be upset,” she said to me one day when she got home.
Naturally, I had heard that statement before and had my backup plan. I cursed myself for letting Nathan worm his way into my heart as my imagination began to replay all kinds of scenarios! I even held myself responsible for lowering my defenses around him.
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I’m not sure how, but I had a sneaking suspicion that he was up to something my daughter would like to talk about!
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But I tried not to let my reservations show on my face as I tried to be a good father. “What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything?” I said coolly. She sighed and inhaled deeply before hesitantly saying:
“I am carrying Nathan’s child.” You will become a grandmother.
I was really taken aback! For some reason, I hadn’t considered that as an option. Rose was a baby herself, after all, and she was about to become a mother! I felt a wave of disappointment as I considered how drastically her life would alter.
I imagined all the things she would have to deal with now that she had to postpone her college degree.
I was concerned that, given what she and Nathan planned to accomplish, her schooling might have to be discontinued completely. Observing the anxiety in my gaze, my daughter comforted me:
“I understand that you wanted me to focus on securing my future, but Nathan and this baby play a major role in it.”
She assured me that everything will work out. I gave in to the happiness that greeted me when I realized I would soon be having a grandson! I stood up and congratulated her and Nathan while giving her a hug. Rose then withdrew and said:
“Well, I’m going to give you another surprise.”
She extended her left hand this time, and a ring was on her wedding ring finger!
“When he proposed to Mommy, I said yes!” The moment the waterworks began, I could see how concerned Nathan was about my kid and her future! I was ecstatic for my newborn daughter!
Even though I was hesitant, I couldn’t help but become enthusiastic in the days that followed. Their marriage and the birth of my first grandson were two reasons to be joyful! I let them live in my house since I was so involved in their lives.
Nathan set about building a strong foundation for his new family in the interim.
The fortunate couple was even given a special room in my home for the nursery. Decorating it with each other was a lot of fun! But one fateful afternoon, things in my modest, normally peaceful house took a drastic change.
I got home earlier than normal, carrying a lot of cheap stuff from the neighborhood store in my arms. I purchased items to get ready for the arrival of my grandchild. However, I had no idea that the tranquility of the day would soon crumble in front of me.
With a spring in my step, I entered the kitchen, only to be met by Rose. She was only wearing her pretty underwear. Her look of amazement matched the rhythm of my pounding heart, which seemed to see a problem before I did.
“Mum! How come you are going home so early? Rose’s voice wavered as she stammered.
“Baby, who are you talking to?” rang out from the hallway before I could respond in a deep, foreign voice. The informal closeness of the conversation made my stomach turn as I realized it wasn’t Nathan!
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Rose had two steaming cups of coffee in her hands, and I finally noticed and let go of the diapers and other items. My hands are still shaking from what I witnessed that day.
“I thought I’d surprise you with these,” I exclaimed, raising my voice as I pointed to the mess at my feet. But apparently I’m the one who’s taken aback. With my heart racing, I stepped in the direction of the voice, ignoring Rose as she begged, “Mom, please, let me explain!”
Disregarding her, I pushed open the bedroom door and saw a man I didn’t know who was covered in the bedsheet Nathan’s mother had given him!
Rose, what’s going on here? With a steely voice, I demanded an answer that hung thick in the air. The man got to his feet, making an effort to look dignified, which just made me angry.
“Oh my goodness, ma’am. “I was unaware—” he began, his eyes flashing erratically.
“Away!” I gave him a harsh cutoff. Without pausing, he skittered away from me, carrying a regretful ghost with him.
Rose was crying now, her betrayal splattered on her makeup. It was an error, Mom. I was simply being insignificant. Please keep Nathan in the dark. Please, she implored me.
“You claim ‘that was nothing,’ but how? You betray all that our family has worked so hard to create for you! I cried out, my eyes stinging.
“You’ve lied to everyone, not just Nathan. We have prepared this home and this room for your future and the future of your child.
However, seeing her with another man in the house where we had painted fantasies together solidified my determination even more! Rose, you made your decision. You have to go now. I need some space to reflect and refuel before determining whether or not I can ever view you in the same light.
Rose fell to the ground and grabbed hold of my legs.
“Mom, I have no money and nowhere to go! Please, I’m afraid,” she said. I felt a piece of myself fall apart as I stood there and watched her grab her few items through tear-streaked eyes. However, the lie was too profound, and the injury too recent.
I consider my options while I sit here by myself in the midst of unfinished dreams. There is a great deal of doubt regarding the baby’s paternity—was Rose even carrying Nathan’s child? Shall I impose this reality on him?
Was Rose’s expulsion the right course of action or too harsh a decision?
With heavy heart, I come to you, readers of my troubling story: Should I tell Nathan this sad truth? Was that the right thing for me to do to preserve the integrity of our family? Or am I a mother betrayed, behaving not wisely but hurtfully?
In Ella’s tale, she had to throw her daughter out for disobeying her home and everything she and Nathan had done for her; but, in the subsequent narrative, another parent was forced to take the same severe measures. This time, the woman in question stood her ground because of a future daughter-in-law who was rude and conceited.
Is it incorrect that I ejected my prospective daughter-in-law from my home after she made demands regarding my jewelry?
The drama of inherited rings, oh! This is an interesting story from Reddit about engagement problems that might rival any soap opera!
The protagonist of the tale is a 48-year-old mother who adores jewelry and has an impressive assortment of sparkling items, including her emerald ring. Her 22-year-old son, who is engaged to his lady love, invites his fiancée over for what appears to be a simple meal.
When the future daughter-in-law confides in her mother about how much she loves her seldom-worn emerald ring, things become uncomfortable. She explicitly requests the ring as an heirloom engagement gift in addition to the significant wedding gifts that have already been planned, so it’s not just a matter of admiration!
Clearly taken aback, our Reddit user accuses her prospective daughter-in-law of preying on her estate. The young woman responds that it’s normal for heirlooms to be passed down during one’s lifetime.
The scene quickly gets out of hand, with the daughter-in-law being told to leave and her fiancé following behind in a huff.
The son suggests that donating the ring would have been a kind gesture, siding with his fiancée. Although her husband and daughter support her and concur that the ring was hers to do with as she liked, mom is stunned by her son’s unexpected stance.
The future daughter-in-law is irate, the family is now split, and the mother is holding fast to her jewelry. What a wonderful story, isn’t it? Folks, hold on to those rings and the family drama tight!
