“I Don’t Want to Be a Mum! I Just Want My Freedom! — My Daughter Told Me”
My daughter fell pregnant at fifteen and kept it secret for months. My husband and I only found out when she was five months along. Abortion was never an option.
We never discovered who the father was. Our daughter said they’d been together just three months before breaking it off. She didn’t even know his exact age.
“Maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen… maybe nineteen!” she’d say.
Naturally, my husband and I were shocked by the news — our daughter was going to have a baby. We knew it would be challenging for the whole family. And on top of everything, our daughter kept insisting she wanted the baby, she wanted to be a mum. I knew she didn’t really understand what that meant yet.
Four months later, she gave birth to a wonderful little boy: healthy and strong. But the birth was very hard, and she spent four months recovering. There’s no way she could have managed without me, so I quit my job and took care of her and my grandson.
When she recovered, she didn’t want anything to do with the baby. She slept through the nights and wouldn’t look after him during the day. I did all I could — talking, pleading, explaining, even shouting at her to help me. That’s when she said:
“You love him so much — why don’t you adopt him? I’ll be his sister. I don’t want to be a mum, I want to go out with my friends, go dancing, have fun!”
I thought maybe she was suffering from postnatal depression, but it turned out she just didn’t love her baby at all.
Eventually, my husband and I sorted out the legalities and were granted custody of our grandson. Our daughter became completely unruly. She wouldn’t listen. She’d disappear overnight, coming home in the early morning hours, paying no attention to her son.
That’s how we lived for years. We thought nothing would ever change. Our grandson grew taller, learned to walk and talk, and became a cheerful little boy.
He’s thrilled when our daughter comes home: he runs to her, hugs her, and tells her stories. And somehow, her heart melted. She finally became a loving mother, spending all her free time with her son — constantly hugging and kissing him. She often says:
“I’m so lucky to have a son! He’s the most precious thing in my life! I wouldn’t give him to anyone!”
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