About two months ago I (15f) found out I was pregnant. Of course this came as a shock to both myself and my boyfriend (16m) but we have come to terms with it and are trying to enjoy my pregnancy. Recently, we found out that we’re having twins, and were so excited we immediately told his parents, who told mine. Now, the problem is, my parents and most of my town are a part of the LDS church and highly religious. My boyfriend is not, and we are not married. Because of this, they were extremely furious with me and have not been talking to me for two months. They’ve gone around town telling everyone within earshot that me and my baby are satanic and I’m a disgrace who they don’t claim. So when my boyfriend’s mother told them that I was having twins, we were expecting them to tell everyone that I’m being punished for my sins or something. Well, that’s not what happened. They ended up showing up at my boyfriends house at four o’clock with all of my siblings and gifts in hand. They rambled on about how twins are a blessing (two of my younger sisters are twins) and how God must have forgiven me for my heinous acts. They’ve been coming every day and acting much nicer to me than they had even while I was living with them, and my mum’s been giving me pregnancy/baby advice and trying to help with our plans for getting married when I turn 16. I can’t help but shake the feeling that this is all fake, and that once my babies are born my parents will be as awful to them as they were to me. A couple nights ago, I was feeling quite sick and my back is already starting to ache despite no noticeable bump, and I just wanted to go to sleep, but my parents decided it would be good to come at 10pm to discuss names with me. I invited them in but asked that they leave and my mother started telling me how feeling sick was a blessing and it meant the babies were healthy and I snapped at her, “what is with you and blessings? When you thought we were only having one kid you went on a witch hunt around town, but now that there are two it’s a blessing and you love me again? I don’t even know if I want you in their lives, much less trying to pick their names out for me.” Ever since then, they haven’t come over, but my siblings are saying that I really hurt their feelings and some of their friends have come around to ask me why I don’t want my children to have grandparents (um, are we ignoring my MIL standing right there, Harold?) and I’m starting to feel guilty. I didn’t want to upset them, they’re my parents, but I’m afraid that they’ll constantly be telling my children that they love them and then that they hate them, and that would break their little hearts.TLDR: Am I the Asshole for not wanting my parents in my children’s lives, after they shamed me for getting pregnant young and then turned around calling the babies blessings when they found out we were having twins? via /r/AmItheAsshole https://ift.tt/3kPihhp
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