“Kicked Out After Pregnancy News: A Decade Later, They Asked for Help”

I was 17 when I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend, Jake, and I had been together for two years, and we were in love. We were both seniors in high school, with dreams of going to college and building a future together. But life had other plans for us.

When I told my parents the news, they were furious. They couldn’t believe that their “perfect” daughter had gotten herself into such a situation. They gave me an ultimatum: either get an abortion or leave the house. I chose to keep the baby, and just like that, I was out on the streets.

Jake’s parents weren’t much better. They were disappointed but allowed him to stay at home as long as he focused on his studies. So, I moved into a small, dingy apartment with the little money I had saved from my part-time job. Jake visited me whenever he could, but it was clear that our lives were about to change drastically.

We managed to graduate high school, but college was no longer an option for either of us. Jake got a job at a local factory, working long hours to support us. I found work as a waitress, juggling shifts while taking care of our newborn daughter, Emily. It was exhausting, but we were determined to make it work.

The first few years were incredibly tough. We barely made ends meet, and there were times when we had to choose between paying rent and buying groceries. We had no support from our families; they had all but disowned us. But we had each other, and that was enough to keep us going.

As Emily grew older, things started to stabilize a bit. Jake got promoted at work, and I managed to find a better-paying job as a receptionist. We moved into a slightly nicer apartment and even managed to save a little money. Life was still hard, but we were making progress.

Then, out of the blue, my parents reached out to me. It had been ten years since they kicked me out, and I hadn’t heard a word from them in all that time. They said they wanted to reconnect and asked if we could meet up. Despite everything, I agreed. A part of me still longed for their approval and love.

When we met, they seemed genuinely happy to see me and Emily. They apologized for how they had treated me and said they wanted to make amends. For a moment, I thought maybe things could finally be different.

But then they dropped the bombshell: they were in financial trouble and needed my help. My father had lost his job, and they were struggling to pay their bills. They asked if I could lend them some money until they got back on their feet.

I was stunned. After everything they had put me through, they had the audacity to ask for my help? I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Part of me wanted to help them, but another part of me couldn’t forget how they had abandoned me when I needed them the most.

In the end, I told them I couldn’t help. We were still struggling ourselves, and I couldn’t risk our financial stability for people who had turned their backs on me. They left disappointed, and I haven’t heard from them since.

Life continued as it always had—full of challenges but also moments of joy with Jake and Emily. We never got the fairy tale ending we hoped for, but we built a life together despite the odds.