My dad dragged me by the hair out of the house while I screamed, “I’m in labor.”
He shouted back, “Stop this pathetic attention-seeking act. You’re embarrassing us in front of important people with your disgusting dramatics.”
My mom backed him up venomously, saying, “Your screaming is ruining your sister’s engagement party to the mayor’s son. We didn’t raise you to be such a selfish disappointment.
That bastard baby can wait until our real daughter’s special moment is over.”
I didn’t fight back. I didn’t argue.
I just quietly called 911, and their faces went white as I pressed.
I’m Sarah, and I need you to understand something before I tell this story.
I was 20 years old, 37 weeks pregnant, and about to give birth on my parents’ front lawn while 50 of the most influential people in our town watched from inside.
But let me back up 6 months to explain how we got here.
My parents, Robert and Linda Mitchell, had always been obsessed with appearances. Dad owned the largest construction company in our midsized Pennsylvania town, and Mom ran a high-end catering business.
They lived for charity galas, country club events, and anything that put them in the same room as politicians and business leaders.
My older sister, Jessica, was their golden child—beautiful, smart, and engaged to David Wellington, the mayor’s son, who was being groomed to take over his father’s political career.
Then there was me.
I’d always been the disappointment.
Not pretty enough, not ambitious enough, not interested in their social climbing.
I worked part-time at a local bookstore and went to community college, which they considered beneath them.
When I got pregnant by my boyfriend Marcus—a mechanic who came from the wrong side of town—they were mortified.
“You’ve ruined everything,” Mom hissed when I told them. “Do you have any idea what people will think? Jessica’s engagement announcement is next month and you go and get knocked up by some grease monkey.”
Dad was worse.
He called me a and said I was trying to destroy the family reputation, and demanded I either get an abortion or give the baby up for adoption and never speak of it again.
When I refused both options, they made my life hell.
They told everyone I was taking a gap year and tried to hide my pregnancy.
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