My GF Became Pregnant After She Cheated And Now My Parents-in-law Want Me To Help Her Raise The Baby. When I Said No, They Did This

Drama Hits My Living Room

Caught in a mess of drama I never saw coming, her parents cornered me in my own living room. “You should help her raise the baby,”

they insisted, acting like I should just roll over and accept it. But, man, I was nowhere near ready to play house!

Her parents didn’t seem to care about my plans; it was all about her and that baby I didn’t father.

Refusing to give in, I chose a path they never expected, one that changed everything for all of us.

Unexpected Guests At My Door

Bang, bang! Her parents showed up at my door like they owned the place. Without even a text, they waltzed into my living room, making themselves comfy on my couch.

Her dad, Mr. Thomson, leaned forward, saying, “We need to talk, son.” His voice had this weighty thing going on. Meanwhile, I was just like, “

What are you even doing here?” They weren't exactly the friends-next-door type, so I braced for whatever drama was coming.

The Speech Of Family Duty

Mr. Thomson cleared his throat and began reciting this canned speech, like he'd practiced it on the drive over.

Something about 'family obligations' and 'real men stepping up'. Mrs. Thomson chimed in about how ‘important’ it was for me to ‘do the right thing.

’ I just sat there, taking it all in, wondering what their plan really was. Did they expect me to drop my life and jump into theirs without any questions?

It honestly sounded like a bad sitcom.

Signed Up For This?

There I was, sitting on my own couch, completely floored that this was even happening. I felt like I'd stumbled into a soap opera I hadn’t auditioned for.

“Excuse me?” I said, “When did I agree to this script?” They went on like they hadn’t heard me, repeating how much help she’d need.

But I was just trying to figure out how I got cast in this bizarre role. Reality check: I hadn’t signed up for any of this!

Expectations And Responsibilities

Her parents kept hammering on, like they wanted me to be the hero in their saga, stepping up to fix a situation I didn’t create. Mr.

Thomson shot me a look like, 'C'mon, step up already!' Meanwhile, Mrs. Thomson nodded encouragingly, like I was about to get on stage for a grand speech.

“Be a man,” they said, “Responsibility, blah, blah.” I couldn’t help but cringe; I didn’t even remotely belong in their tale of woe.