My Parents Kicked Me Out After A False Pregnancy Accusation. The Baby Was Just Born, And The Race Proves I’m Innocent. Now They Want Me Back As A Caretaker?

Denying the Impossible

You know this is a complete and utter lie. I’ve never slept with anyone, let alone Sabrina. Not that I wanted to make it public, but I’ve never had sex. How could I have gotten her pregnant if I’ve never slept with anyone?

I tell them it’s simply not true. There’s no way I could have gotten her pregnant because I’ve never done it. Plus, I don’t like her that way. She’s a great girl, but I don’t see her that way.

The look on their faces told me they didn’t believe me. My heart sank because it didn’t make sense. How could my parents not believe me?

I kept telling them over and over that I didn’t do it and, again, it’s not something I’ve done with anyone. It’s embarrassing to even say this out loud, but I needed to make sure they knew I wasn’t the father.

My dad tells me I need to tell the truth. He says they know I got Sabrina pregnant because she wouldn’t lie about something like this. I say I knew she had a crush on me and that could be why she said I did it, but it’s not true.

There’s no way I’m the father of that child. Then her parents start. They tell me they know I took advantage of her and got her pregnant.

According to Sabrina, when she told me she was pregnant, I decided I didn’t want anything to do with her. They were calling me an irresponsible father, but how could I be that if it’s not my child? This is pure madness.

I kept telling them she was nothing but a liar. All they have to do is a DNA test and they’ll see the truth. My mom yells at me, telling me I need to take responsibility like a good man would.

Sabrina’s parents shout that it’s the least I could do after taking advantage of their precious daughter. Nothing I say gets through to them. None of the four are listening to me, so I just tell them once again that the child isn’t mine.

If I ever got a girl pregnant, I wouldn’t abandon her or tell her I wouldn’t be the father. Having a child at my age wouldn’t be something I’d want, but if it happened, I wouldn’t run from my responsibilities.

Exiled at Home

Of course, they kept yelling at me, telling me to man up and admit what I did, but I refused. See, I wasn’t going to admit to something that simply wasn’t true. Eventually, Sabrina’s parents left, and I was left with my parents.

My mom yelled at me to go to my room. She said she couldn’t stand to look at me right now and that I had shamed her as a son. After that fight, I didn’t leave my room.

I just stayed there until it was late. When I was sure they weren’t around, I went downstairs to get something to eat and then went back to my room. That’s how I’ve been living for the past three days.

When I leave for school, I hurry out of the house. I try to avoid my parents as much as I can, which isn’t difficult because they’re avoiding me too. I’ve been eating all my meals in my room and keeping to myself.

It’s horrible to be ignored by my parents like this. I don’t know why they’re doing this to me. You’d think they’d want to support their son no matter what, right? But no, they don’t want to support me; they want to go against me for some reason.

Guys, if you have any advice on how to handle this, please, I beg you, let me know. I’m at a loss for words and want to talk to my parents, but what if they keep ignoring me? There must be a way to prove I’m telling the truth. If you have any ideas, please leave a comment.

Forced Out

Mom and Dad decided I need to be kicked out for what I’ve done. It’s only been three days since my last post, and I was planning on waiting a while to take in all the advice. But then my parents came to talk to me the day after I posted.

They came to my door and told me I had to leave unless I admitted to what I did to Sabrina. I can’t say much, but basically, they told me they wouldn’t let me stay at home. They don’t want to have a liar in their house, apparently, because they didn’t raise me that way.

I reminded them that they didn’t raise a liar; I’m not lying. I begged them not to kick me out because I’m telling the truth. I even asked them to give me a chance to prove it, but they wouldn’t budge.

They told me to pack my things, leave, and not come back until I was ready to admit the truth and be a man. So I packed my bags and called my aunt who lives in the same town, about a five-minute drive away.

She was shocked to hear what had happened and couldn’t believe my parents had done that to me. Thankfully, she came to pick me up quickly. She told me I could stay with her, and after settling in, I heard her call my parents and tear them apart.

I mean, she criticized them harshly. She told them they should believe me and if they weren’t sure, they could wait until the baby was born and get a DNA test. Until then, she told them they should support me.

Honestly, it’s hard to believe my parents kicked me out. I knew they were mad, but I thought they’d come around and realize they could trust me. I’ve never given them a reason not to.

It’s crazy that they trust Sabrina over their own son. I graduate in less than three months, and now I’m practically homeless without a place to live—though it doesn’t feel like that since I’m staying with my aunt.

She’s been amazing and has told me I can stay as long as I need to. She’ll still try to reason with my parents. I appreciate her trying, but I don’t think it’ll make a difference. If they don’t believe me, why would they believe her?

For now, I’m just focused on finishing school. College is still the goal, but at this rate, I don’t think my parents will help pay for it. I’ll figure it out. Right now, I don’t really need advice, but if you want to send well wishes or leave a comment, that would mean a lot to me.

I’m just trying to keep my head down, finish school, and move on from here. Thank you all for your support.