When I agreed to co-parent with my ex, Stan, I thought it would just mean him being part of our children’s lives. I never imagined his new partner would act like my pregnancy was hers to control. What started as “support” quickly turned into obsession, and I realized this wasn’t about babies at all—it was about power.
When Stan ended things with me, it wasn’t messy. Just a short talk at a coffee shop, where he admitted he’d been speaking with Ursula again and wanted to see if she was really the one for him. We had only been dating for three months, so I told him I understood.
Sure, it hurt, but I figured I’d move on. Two weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. With twins.
When I told Stan, he was overjoyed. He laughed in disbelief, telling me this was incredible news. He had always wanted children, and Ursula, it turned out, couldn’t have any.
He made it clear we weren’t getting back together, but he did want to be involved. Ursula, meanwhile, claimed she just wanted to “support me.”
Her version of support, however, was something else entirely. Ursula insisted on meeting me in person.
She showed up with Stan, and before she even sat down, she rattled off “terms” like it was a business deal. She demanded a home birth, formula feeding from day one so custody could be split immediately, and that the babies should call her “Mama” while I’d be “Mommy.”
I stared at her in disbelief. Stan sat quietly, eating brownies and nodding along as though this all made perfect sense.
That’s when it hit me: he wasn’t going to stop her. From then on, Ursula harassed me daily. She sent endless messages about what I should eat, how much I should walk, and even tried to dictate how I exercised.
She moaned that her employer wouldn’t grant her maternity leave, as though she was the one pregnant. She even hijacked my medical appointments. At a genetics counseling session, she showed up instead of Stan and tried to provide her own family’s medical history.
At my 20-week scan—where only one guest was allowed—Stan had the nerve to ask if Ursula could go in his place. I told him absolutely not. After I announced my pregnancy with a simple baby bump photo, Ursula immediately posted her own dramatic announcement online, claiming she and Stan were “expecting twins the non-traditional way.” She went so far as to host a gender reveal party and plan a baby shower—without inviting me.
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