Gran, I need to ask you something. I really need some money. A lot, actually. My grandson stopped by
Mum, what are you talking about? How can you say youve got no one to talk to? I call you twice a day
It must have been a good many years past nowhard to say exactlywhen the ring tone on my daughter-in-laws
You arent a wife, youre a housemaid. And you havent any children! Mum, Emilys going to stay here, said
My wifes mother is well-off; well never need to work, my friend once exclaimed with delight.
You really ought to have sorted everything before the baby came! My discharge from the hospital was a
Diary Entry For a long while, I mulled it over and finally made up my mindI would choose my own daughter-in-law
For nearly an hour, I watched the soon-to-be parentsbarely out of sixth formfumble their way through
I lost the will to help my mother-in-law when I found out what she had done. But I can’
“I Don’t Want to Be a Mum! I Want to Leave Home!” – My Daughter Told Me
My daughter became pregnant at 15, keeping it secret for months. My husband and I only discovered the truth when she was five months along. There was never any question of an abortion.
We never did find out who the father was. My daughter said they’d only dated for three months, then broke up. She wasn’t even sure how old he was.
“Maybe 17, maybe 18, or even 19!” she would say.
Naturally, my husband and I were shocked at the news of her pregnancy. We knew it would be extremely tough on all of us. Even so, our daughter insisted she wanted the baby and wanted to be a mum. I realised she didn’t understand what being a mother really meant.
Four months later, she gave birth to a wonderful, healthy baby boy. But the labour was difficult, and she needed four months to recover. There’s no way she could have coped without my help, so I left my job to care for her and my grandson.
Once her strength returned, she didn’t want anything to do with her son. She slept at night and refused to look after him during the day. I did what I could. I pleaded, explained, begged, even shouted at her for not helping. That’s when she said, “You love him. Why not adopt him? I’ll just be his sister. I don’t want to be a mum, I want to go out with my friends, go clubbing! I want to have fun!”
I thought maybe she had postnatal depression, but it turned out she simply didn’t love her baby. Eventually, my husband and I arranged to get legal custody of our grandson. Our daughter became utterly unpredictable, ignoring us completely. She’d leave the house at night and come home in the early morning, never caring for her son.
That’s how we lived for a few years. We thought things would never change. Our grandson grew up, getting smarter all the time. In two years he changed a lot: walking, talking, and always smiling.
He was always thrilled when my daughter came home – running to her, hugging her, chatting away. And, quite suddenly, her heart melted: she became a wonderful mum. Now she spends all her free time with her son. Always hugging, always kissing him. She often says, “I’m so happy to have my son! He’s the most precious thing in my life! I’ll never give him up!”
My husband and I are incredibly happy that peace has finally returned to our family. I dont want to be a mum! I just want to get out of this house! These were the words my daughter flung at me.