When you become a young parent, you should be aware that sometimes you have to face additional challenges that not everyone can deal with. A mom turned to Reddit, asking if she was in the wrong after she told her teenage daughter that she wouldn’t help her raise the baby she was expecting.
Let’s Dive Into This Family Drama:
My 19-year-old daughter, Rose, was always a smart girl. She did well in school and got a full ride to a great local one. She’s been living with me and doing well with her studies.
She got this new boyfriend a few months ago who I don’t like. He constantly lets her down but covers it up with a big smile and grand promises. Despite my warnings, they’re still dating, and now she’s pregnant. I offered to pay for the abortion and take a few days off work to take her and help her recover.
She said no. She’s going to marry her boyfriend, and they’ll be one big happy family. He wants to move into my house, and she’ll drop out of school while he works to support them. He’s a bartender who doesn’t go to college. I laughed at this idea, which made her mad.
She told me that since he can’t move in I’ll need to step up and help with the baby more. Y’all, she has always been a very sensible child, I don’t know where this all has come from. I flat out told her that if she thinks she’s grown enough to have and raise a child and get married then she needs to move out soon and manage being an adult with the child’s father.
I raised the one child I wanted. I do not want any more children living in my home. I told her I’d pay for diapers here and there, and I’d still visit her, but this baby is 0% my responsibility. If she chooses adoption, which I’m pretty sure she won’t, I’d be willing to help her navigate that.
She won’t talk to me. My husband (her stepdad) is staying out of this but thinks I could help more. I told him he’s welcome to go over and babysit for her and that shut him up.
I had my daughter when I was 19. I was married to her father who was in the military. I still graduated from college on time at the age of 22 and everything worked out well for us until he died in service. I believe the fact that it worked out okay for me is clouding my daughter’s judgment. Her boyfriend can’t even offer her or her child health insurance. It’s a completely different scenario.
So many of you are suggesting I still let her live with me and keep the baby. This is not happening!! I do not want a baby in my home, period — and I’m not babysitting either. I’ll do normal grandparent stuff like show up to birthday parties and buy gifts here and there, but that’s it.
What do you think about this Herculean spectacle?
Have your popcorn ready cause it’s one wild ride into the land of pure nonsense. Here’s my non-sugarcoated, take-no-prisoners opinion:
Welcome to the party of ‘You’re on Your Own’! It’s a joyous celebration where you realize that if you make adult decisions, you get adult consequences. Let’s break it down for you bless-their-hearts folks. Mommy has raised her one and only and kindly declined an encore. She did her time, folks, and no, she’s not signing up for another tour of diaper duty or sleepless nights. It’s a hard pass from mom, and honestly, who could blame her?
Why should mom become a 24/7 daycare center because Rose decided to play ‘house’ with her unreliable Romeo? It’s one thing to drop out of college; it’s another to waltz in with a partner who can’t even bring health insurance to the table. Downright laughable, if you ask me! There’s a world difference between marrying a military man and a jobless bartender to assure that the struggle tales are worlds apart! Let’s hear it for logical thinking, am I right?
Perhaps Rose thinks grandma will swoop in like a magical nanny, but let’s squash that fantasy real quick. Newsflash, honey, grandma is clocking out. She’s made her boundaries crystal clear: Birthday cake cutting and holiday gift buying, yes. Late-night feedings and constant babysitting, a hard no.
It’s a case study in tough love, folks, wrapped in a ‘sink or swim’ life lesson. Let’s hope our dear Rose can muster enough common sense to realize this isn’t just mean mom — it’s the slap of reality everyone needs. Buck up, buttercup, life isn’t a fairy tale.
