I got pregnant at eighteen.
The moment I told my parents, everything shattered.
My mom’s face went pale. My dad didn’t yell at first—he just stared at me like he didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Then the words came, sharp and cold:
“We won’t pay for your mistake.”
That was it. No questions. No comfort. Just a line drawn in stone.
I packed a bag that night and left.
