Ever since I was little, my family was the only group of people I knew I could count on to support me through anything. They were there for all my academic success, through every rough break-up, and through every moment of losing my grandmother. I never thought there would be a time when the majority of my family didn’t support me.
It’s been one week since I told my family that I was expecting, and it’s all been a giant down-hill slope since then. I have cousins who aren’t talking to me and a twin that can’t seem to understand that accidents happen. My mom hasn’t all out rejected the news, but she also didn’t accept it the way she did when my older sister was pregnant with her first child. I know that the news was a shock to everyone, but if I can accept it, then why can’t they?
Everyone keeps telling me that they need time to wrap their minds around it. I don’t understand why that’s an excuse to talk about me behind my back or to say half the horrible things that have been said to my face. I know that the timing isn’t perfect. I know that I haven’t been with my boyfriend for that long. I know that I’m not at the best job. But I also know that this baby will not lack for anything. I know that my boyfriend is so excited to be a father. I know that all of this was in God’s plan for me, and who are we to question His timing. He knew what I needed at this point in my life, and He decided that what I needed was my unborn baby. I don’t know how that can’t be enough for my family to be okay with this.
My boyfriend’s family has accepted me with open arms, and not one of them was as upset as my family has been. None of his family has said that we wouldn’t work out as a couple. His family is the only one who’s asked me about the doctor appointments and made sure that I was okay. Every time I see one member of his family, they ask me if I’m okay or if I need anything. My family hasn’t even asked about the doctor appointment. My family hasn’t asked if I’m doing okay with this. They are all so focused on being disappointed in me, that none of them have thought to ask me how I feel about being a new mom.
It’s really shocked me how little my family has chosen to support me. I knew that the news would be a shock to them, but I didn’t think they would just shut me out and only mention me when they want to talk bad about me. I didn’t think that carrying a child would suddenly make me the black sheep of the family. I don’t know how I’m suppose to forgive their actions now, when the baby comes. Do I just forget how rude and uncalled for they were to me and my boyfriend? Do I just let it all go because they’re my family? I don’t know if I have enough will power to do that.
I really just wish that they supported me, even if it was in the smallest ways. It would mean the world to me to have one member ask me how I’m doing; to ask me how the doctor visit went. It’s really hard on me knowing that they have supported me through so much, but they can’t seem to support me through this. I don’t know how these next eight months are going to go, but I pray that it doesn’t get any worse than this. I pray that they are able to put their opinions aside and offer me just some simple support in this journey.