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Coming home…

After being discharged from the hospital, Zach drove me home. My parents had a rule that Zach wasn’t able to stay the night. Which I do not understand completely. I know a big reason was because he and I were not married and my parents were pretty religious.

By that point, I wanted Zach to stay with me because I was scared and I didn’t know how I was going to do everything on my own. So I was mad at my parents. But he wasn’t allowed to stay. So he left around 8 or 9 in the evening and I was on my own. I didn’t want to ask my parents for help because I wanted to prove that I could do it and I didn’t want my parents to parent my child because I knew this is what my mom feared.


So I did the nights all by myself and Zach would come over everyday for a long time. Then when he got another job he would come over after her job and stay until my parents were going to go to bed. His and my relationship kept getting worse and worse.

I wanted to do everything by myself and I would get mad at him for almost anything as well. I got mad at him for wanting her to have a binky, putting her in her swing, etc. He and I were a mess. But I wanted to pretend everything was alright because I didn’t want to have to go through legal action, like parenting time, custody.