Lady Informs Fiancé’s Family She Is Pregnant, ‘He’s Infertile!’ His Mom Says – Story of the Day
It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. My fiancé, Ryan, and I had been together for three years, and we had just gotten engaged. After months of planning, we were finally going to share the news of our pregnancy with his family, excited to see their reactions and celebrate together. But what I thought would be a joyful moment quickly turned into something I never expected.
The dinner had been lovely. Ryan’s family—his parents, two sisters, and his younger brother—were gathered around the table, laughing and catching up as we enjoyed a home-cooked meal. It felt like a warm and intimate moment. I waited for the right moment, feeling the excitement building inside me, and finally blurted it out: “I’m pregnant.”
At first, there was silence. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes, processing the news. Then, as expected, his parents were the first to speak up. His mom, Janet, beamed at us, and his dad, Richard, smiled, shaking Ryan’s hand with congratulations.
But then, the unexpected happened.
Janet’s face suddenly changed. She narrowed her eyes and looked at me with a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “Wait a minute,” she said, her voice growing tense. “Ryan is infertile. There’s no way you could be pregnant with his child.”
I froze, unsure if I had heard her correctly. Ryan’s face turned pale as he looked at his mother, and I could see the pain in his eyes. I had known about Ryan’s infertility, but we had both decided to pursue IVF to start our family. We were so proud to finally be expecting, and I thought his family would be happy for us. But Janet’s words felt like a slap in the face.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to keep my composure. “Ryan’s been through fertility treatments with me. We know this baby is his.”
But Janet wasn’t backing down. “No, you don’t understand,” she said, her voice harsh. “Ryan’s infertility is a well-known fact in this family. He’s been diagnosed with it, and no amount of treatment will change that. You’re lying to us.”
Tears welled up in my eyes as I glanced at Ryan, who now looked utterly defeated. He had been open with his family about his condition in the past, but no one had ever taken it as seriously as he did. Janet’s words were like a betrayal, a denial of the love and effort we had put into making this child. It was as if she was trying to erase our happiness and our hopes for the future.
Ryan stood up, his voice shaking with emotion. “Mom, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’m the father of this child. I’ve been with her every step of the way. I’m proud to be a father, and nothing you say can take that away.”
The room was tense, and I could feel the weight of the judgment from his mother pressing down on me. For the first time, I felt like an outsider in a family I had once hoped to be a part of.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Janet stood up and walked out of the room. Ryan’s sisters exchanged glances, unsure of what to say, and his father remained quiet.
In that moment, I realized that some battles would be fought alone. Ryan and I had each other, and that was enough. But I couldn’t help feeling the sting of rejection from the one person I had hoped would be the most supportive—his mother.
