“You’ll ruin your future,” my dad said when I told him my girlfriend’s pregnant. My dad was loud about it, but rent was louder, so I grabbed night shifts and kept my classes. Emily—then my girlfriend, later my wife—and I rented a tiny place off campus with thin walls and a secondhand crib that creaked when I rocked it. I printed notes at 2 a.m., packed bottles at 6, and pushed Lily’s stroller past freshmen yawning on the steps.
When I told my dad my girlfriend was pregnant, the silence hit harder than his words ever could.Then came the explosion: “You’ll ruin your future.” He said it like it …
“You’ll ruin your future,” my dad said when I told him my girlfriend’s pregnant. My dad was loud about it, but rent was louder, so I grabbed night shifts and kept my classes. Emily—then my girlfriend, later my wife—and I rented a tiny place off campus with thin walls and a secondhand crib that creaked when I rocked it. I printed notes at 2 a.m., packed bottles at 6, and pushed Lily’s stroller past freshmen yawning on the steps. Read More
