Daddy Dearest’s Angst (non-fiction)


My now ex-husband, we were married at the time of this story, was a real pain in the ass at times. He made up this rule that I had to be home every night while he was working so he could call me on all his breaks and whenever he wasn’t busy which was a lot of the time. The other part of the rule was that I had to call him on my breaks too. Now I was working a packing job and for 12 hours on my feet. I had a 15 minute break, a 30 minute (lunch) and another 15 minute break (thank God this one was when he was sleeping). I couldn’t sit down because no chair at the phone booth. I couldn’t eat on my breaks. He was just really ridiculous when it came to this stupid rule. And like all of them I did what he said.

So one night K2, 17 years old, comes in with her boyfriend’s mother, but no boyfriend. I knew this wasn’t good.

The mother told me that Karen had come to her (not me, her mother because she was afraid of her dad) and said she was afraid she was pregnant. So the mother took her to a clinic for a pregnancy test which came back positive. I wasn’t thrilled, but I didn’t yell. I told her she could have come to me. And yes her dad will have to be told.

Thing is my husband demanded that K1 tell him when she was 17 if she was having sex. She was stunned and then stuttered yes. He turned to me and said put her on birth control. Well it was too late for 17 year old K2. We, the 2 mothers talked it over. Her son was only 16. No one felt forcing them to marry was the right thing and it is a good thing because they broke up and he ended up marrying and having more kids.

THE PHONE RINGS! Uh oh, guess who? Daddy dearest. I finally answered. I didn’t know what to do. Finally I told him that she was pregnant. If I have to be upset, so can he. He was furious and yelled at me for ruining his night at work. Oh well, he was the one who demanded I be there to answer the damn telephone all night. If he hadn’t called he wouldn’t know until the next day.

The next few days were not pleasant. He demanded she get an abortion. “NO, she said, I want my child!”  He talked to other men, make her, they told him. He told her she had to have an abortion and tried to drag me into it. I said no myself because I don’t believe in abortion. If that was her choice I would live with it, but no I would not agree with him. This started to mess with our already broken marriage.

Next he tried adoption. She said no. And of course I said no you can’t make her. 

I started going to yardsales and thrift shops for baby stuff. The girls rearranged their room to fit in a crib.

She was a senior in high school and went to school until they put her out and sent us a tutor. Then she was on bed rest.

The time came fast and one day she told me her water broke. I hat to put her in my new car with tons of towels which she soaked and rushed way over the speed limit to get her to the hospital because her contractions were only a minute or two long. I yelled at her not to have that baby in my car. No police cars stopped up to give us a police escort. Got her to the hospital in time. If the baby’s head wasn’t so big she might have had him sooner, but he was jammed. The had to use forceps to deliver him and he tore her apart at almost 9 pounds. 

While they stitched her up I held the baby and we bonded. The father was there taking videos of the event.

Once she came home we settled into a routine. I had just been laid off and could babysit and she went back to finish her senior year.

My ex-husband is not her favorite and he called her baby baggage. He can’t understand why she is mad at him.

That baby is now 17 years old and driving.

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