En ung gravid kvinna bestämde sig för att gifta sig med sin pojkvän, men fick ensam stå för kostnaderna

Sigrid var inne på sitt sista år på universitetet när hon blev gravid. Hon berättade inte direkt för sin pojkvän om den glada nyheten, och det var först när hon var fem månader gången som Olof fick reda på det.
Varför teg du så länge? Du visste ju att jag alltid hållit på mina principer att vi inte skulle ha barn innan vi tagit examen och stod på egna ben, sa Olof.
Men det gör inget, jag har alltid känt att studier inte riktigt varit min grej, och jag vill ha en stor familj, svarade Sigrid.

Olof blev så arg att han slängde boken han höll i riktning mot henne.
Det kommer att lösa sig, vi bor hos din mormor ett tag och så får mormor hjälpa till med barnet, fortsatte den gravida flickan. Sedan kan vi skaffa ett till. Men först bröllop, så fort som möjligt.

Hör du dig själv? Hela tiden har du låtsats vara så snäll och förstående! Olof började packa sin resväska. Varför lämnar du mig nu? Du måste ju gifta dig med mig! Om du drar din väg tänker jag berätta för hela universitetet vilken person du egentligen är!

Jag tänker inte bo här med dig. Bo själv i en månad om du vill, sedan gör du vad du vill! När barnet föds får vi ta ett faderskapstest, och jag betalar underhåll, svarade Olof.

Tio år senare jobbade Olof på ett kontor i centrala Stockholm. Hans avdelningschef hade hört talas om att Olof hade en son.
Olof, har du kontakt med din son någon gång? frågade chefen.
Nej, jag känner honom faktiskt inte alls, svarade Olof.

Olof brukade ibland berätta för studenterna om hur han blivit bedragen av en tjej.
Så du lämnade henne ensam med barnet?
Nej, jag bara gav henne pengar, svarade Olof irriterat.
Hon säger att du knappt gav en krona, sa chefen.
Ja, och enligt henne har jag dessutom varit dum mot pojken, svarade chefen vidare.

Olof blev sur, för han hade ändå varnat Sigrid. Den här gången räknade han ut underhållet efter vad han officiellt tjänade, vilket blev mindre än vad han tidigare hade betalat. Sigrid hade nu varit gift i ett år, men enligt Olof var sonen nästan lika vild som hon själv hade varit.

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En ung gravid kvinna bestämde sig för att gifta sig med sin pojkvän, men fick ensam stå för kostnaderna
The Unacknowledged Daughter Oh, what trouble teenage Olivia was at sixteen! She got mixed up with a gang of older lads dabbling in petty theft, rarely home, and drove her poor mother to despair. It was sheer luck she didn’t end up in jail when those lads finally got nabbed for theft. That’s when Olivia discovered she was pregnant—from one of the boys, Michael, whom she’d had a short-lived romance with. Too scared to tell her mum, she missed the window for an abortion and had no choice but to keep the baby, even though Michael got sent away to a young offenders’ institute for four years. Olivia tried going to Michael’s parents for help, but his mum, Tammy Atherton, quickly set her straight: “As if having Michael embarrass us wasn’t enough, now you want to saddle us with someone else’s child? Sort your own mess. As far as we’re concerned, we have a daughter, not a son!” And Olivia, too proud to push, confided in her own mother. After plenty of tears, she gave birth to a healthy girl. The arrival of Maisie curbed Olivia’s wild streak. She found work at a shop and stopped partying. Big thanks to her mother—she loved looking after her granddaughter and never reproached her wayward daughter again. They lived modestly, but happily. Michael and Olivia exchanged letters for a bit; he knew about Maisie’s birth but didn’t see her until she was three. He tried to make it work with Olivia—for the sake of their daughter—but by then, she wasn’t interested. “That was just teenage foolishness,” Olivia said briskly. “Not sure I even loved you then—certainly don’t now. I’ve got a boyfriend, Danny, and we’re getting married. He’ll be a good dad to Maisie. Off you go.” Michael didn’t press the matter. Hurt, but not crushed, he moved up North to work as a lorry driver with a mate. His parents never forgave him, and there wasn’t much keeping him in their town. He didn’t forget about Maisie. He’d call on birthdays and Christmas, even sent the odd present. Ten years passed before father and daughter met again, when Michael’s health forced him to return to his hometown. By that time, he’d patched things up a bit with his family—including his sister Natalie and her daughter, Ellie. He lived alone, renting a room in a shared flat, working as a handyman with the council. Maisie always knew she had a real dad, loving him even as she resented his absence. Dad buggered off thousands of miles away for his own comfort, she complained—leaving her stuck with Mum and stepdad! Uncle Colin—her stepdad—was all right, but hardly paid her any mind. Him and Mum doted on their boy, Vlad, and Maisie felt left out. Of course, that wasn’t strictly true—little Vlad just needed extra attention. But what teenager can admit that? Olivia tried her best to show Maisie her love—afraid she’d fall in with a bad crowd just like she had—but her efforts often missed the mark. 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Didn’t stick. “My gran always said you were nobody to us!” Ellie sneered. “Your mum tried to foist you on our family, but it never worked. My gran’s no fool!” “As if we need you!” Maisie retorted just as scornfully. “Hardly royal, are you?” After that, if they met on their small town’s streets, they ignored each other. Maisie heard from her dad that Ellie’s mum died (her dad had passed long ago); her gran and granddad too—relatives Maisie never even met. Auntie Jean whispered, Michael had wanted to introduce Maisie to her grandparents, but either they refused or he lost his nerve… Maisie couldn’t care less—she had enough on her plate. After college, she found work, married at twenty-two, and a year later had a beautiful daughter, Alice. Michael was over the moon—almost quit drinking, always looking forward to visits from his daughter and granddaughter. They’d meet at his, or out and about—her husband didn’t much care for his father-in-law. “Asked me yesterday how much private school costs,” Auntie Jean said in a whisper. “Says he’s saving up for Alice’s education. Took a second job. Fancy that!” “So long as he isn’t drinking,” Maisie replied quietly. “He wasn’t himself before, something’s clearly wrong. But he won’t admit it…” Three years later, Alice got a baby brother, Andy. Granddad doted, even more on Alice, but spent less time with them, looking ever more drained. “Just tired,” he’d brush off Maisie’s concern. “A good rest, I’ll be right.” She worried, but her own family needed her. Then, out of nowhere, Maisie’s husband announced he wanted out—found himself a younger woman. Between divorce and court and everything else… Maisie lost track of her dad. “Come round, Maisie,” said Auntie Jean’s sorrowful voice on the phone—dad had died. Her mum took the kids for the funeral, which saved Maisie’s sanity. She’d barely caught her breath after the wake before Ellie brought up ‘the inheritance.’ “What inheritance?” scoffed Auntie Cath, friend of the family. “A room in a shared flat—nothing but trouble!” “Don’t be so sure,” said Ellie. “Mum told me, heaven rest her soul, Uncle Mike had shares up North he’d never spent. Not millions, but still… And you can sell the flat.” Maisie flared up—dad barely cold, and Ellie was already dividing the spoils! “Diving up the spoils? Please,” Ellie scoffed at Maisie’s protest. “I’m his only legal heir. Not sharing with anyone.” Maisie wanted to argue, but bit her tongue—Ellie was right. Officially, Maisie wasn’t Michael’s daughter; even her surname and patronymic were different. “It’s hardly a problem!” said Uncle Colin, when Maisie and her mum told him. “You just have to prove in court he was your father. Ellie can keep her greedy paws to herself!” “Just like that?” Olivia asked, glancing at her daughter. “Don’t they need a DNA test? And, er—what would we compare with?” “Didn’t even keep his toothbrush?” Colin smirked. “Girls! Honestly, hopeless.” Turns out, they hadn’t. While Maisie pondered, Ellie, who’d somehow gotten a key, hired cleaners for the flat. They disinfected everything, threw out his stuff, washed his clothes. “What’s the problem? It’s normal to clean up after the deceased,” Ellie said, eyes innocent, smile just hidden. But Colin—ah, why hadn’t Maisie appreciated him sooner?—had another idea. “Go to court, Maisie. There’s loads of witnesses who knew Mike claimed you as his daughter. You’ll easily prove it!” And he was right. Her mum testified, Auntie Jean, even Mike’s workmates—he’d always boasted of his daughter and granddaughter. In the end, Maisie could claim not just the flat, stocks, and bank account, but even the house that her grandparents never acknowledged her in. Not that she was greedy—she’d share with Ellie. Just not sure how…