When my son, Ryan, was a senior in college, his girlfriend of 3 weeks told him she was pregnant. I suggested that he take a DNA test. He did, and since it showed he was the father, he decided to marry her.
His girlfriend, Shelley, got mad at me for asking for the test. She slandered me and I wasn’t invited to the wedding… Everyone hated me.
But 2 weeks before the wedding, out of the blue, Shelley’s mother called me.
HER: “Get in the car and drive over. IT’S URGENT!”
ME: “Hey Jen, what’s going on?”
Then she dropped a bombshell…
HER: “We need to CANCEL THE WEDDING. ASAP!
I just sat there frozen. The phone nearly slipped out of my hand.
ME: “Jen, what do you mean cancel the wedding? What happened?”
She didn’t answer right away. I heard her take a shaky breath.
HER: “Please. Just come over. I’ll explain everything in person.”
So I grabbed my keys and drove straight to her place, heart pounding the whole way. Shelley’s family lived about 40 minutes out in Ridgeville. I must’ve hit 80 the whole drive there, every worst-case scenario playing out in my head.
When I pulled up, Jen was already at the door, pacing.
HER: “She’s not pregnant.”
I blinked. “Wait—what?”
HER: “She was. For a few weeks. But she had a miscarriage almost a month ago. And she never told Ryan. She… she wanted to keep the wedding going because she thought she’d lose him otherwise.”
My knees nearly buckled. I grabbed the porch railing.
She kept going. “I just found out this morning. She confessed after I saw a message on her phone from her best friend. They were talking about how long they could pretend. I confronted her, and she broke down.”
I didn’t even know what to say. Part of me was angry. Part of me just felt numb.
I thought about Ryan—he was so young. So convinced that doing “the right thing” meant rushing into a marriage he wasn’t even ready for. And now this?
ME: “Does he know?”
HER: “Not yet. I needed to tell you first. I know we’ve had our differences but… you were right. About everything. And I’m sorry for how Shelley treated you.”
She looked like she might cry. So did I.
That night, Jen and I agreed we had to tell Ryan—together. I offered to do it alone, but she insisted. She said it was time she took responsibility too.
We met him at a quiet coffee shop the next afternoon. He looked tired, like he hadn’t been sleeping. Maybe something in his gut already knew.
RYAN: “What’s going on? Is something wrong with Shelley?”
Jen didn’t waste time.
HER: “Ryan, Shelley had a miscarriage weeks ago. She didn’t tell you.”
He stared at us like we were speaking another language.
RYAN: “Wait… what are you talking about?”
I reached across the table, placed my hand over his. “I know this is a lot. But it’s true. She admitted it. The pregnancy ended, and she was scared to tell you.”
He looked like he’d been punched in the chest. His mouth opened but no sound came out.
Then he just stood up and walked out.
We didn’t hear from him for a full two days. I kept texting him just to let him know I was there. Jen did too. Finally, he called me.
RYAN: “I’m at the apartment. I need you to come.”
When I got there, he was sitting on the floor. Red eyes. Pizza box untouched. I sat down next to him.
RYAN: “She moved out. She admitted everything.”
ME: “I’m so sorry, Ry.”
RYAN: “I thought I was doing the right thing. I was gonna marry someone I didn’t even know… just because I was scared of being a bad guy.”
He looked up at me.
RYAN: “Thank you for asking for that DNA test. And for not giving up, even when I was awful to you.”
That was the first time I cried in front of him in years.
Three months later, he graduated. We celebrated with takeout and champagne in the backyard. No big ceremony—he didn’t want one.
He started working at a nonprofit soon after. Took up boxing classes to work through the stress. And the best part?
He started seeing someone new. Her name’s Reeva. They’ve been dating slow and steady. No secrets. No pressure. Just mutual respect.
And Shelley? She ended up moving to Arizona to live with her sister. I don’t hold hate in my heart anymore. I hope she figures herself out. Truly.
Here’s what I learned:
Sometimes, telling the hard truth makes you the villain for a little while. But staying quiet when your gut says otherwise? That can cost someone everything.
Parents—trust your instincts. Even when it’s unpopular. Even when they push you away.
And to anyone going through something similar: speak up. You might lose people temporarily… but the right ones will come back.
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