My Mother Kicked Me Out of the Church for Getting Pregnant Out of Wedlock

The day I revealed my pregnancy in church started with morning sickness and ended with my mother disowning me. But what happened next made my mother change her decision.

I’m a sophomore in college studying psychology, and that’s where I met Glenn last fall. We started out as study buddies in our Intro to Research Methods class, but there was something special about him from day one.

He had this gentle way of explaining complex topics that made everything click, and his smile? It could light up the whole lecture hall.

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A boy smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Faith, you’re starin’ again,” he’d tease me during our study sessions, and I’d feel my cheeks burn red every single time.

“Can’t help it if you’re distracting,” I’d shoot back, and we’d both laugh like we had the best secret in the world.

We went from sharing coffee after class to spending hours at the campus diner. We’d pick at endless plates of waffle fries while sharing our life stories.

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A girl sitting in a cafeteria | Source: Midjourney

Glenn told me a bit about his family and how he enjoyed playing in the fields as a kid. Meanwhile, I opened up about losing my dad when I was five. That’s when things started shifting from friendship to something more.

“Your dad would be so proud of you,” Glenn said one evening, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Following your dreams, helping people through psychology…”

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A boy talking to his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney

The first time he kissed me on the porch swing outside my mama’s house, I swear I saw stars. But when I told Mama about Glenn, she just pressed her lips together and said, “That’s nice, sugar. Don’t forget you’ve got that big exam coming up.”

That’s my mama, Claudia, for you. Since Daddy passed, she’s thrown herself into two things: raising me and adoring nature.

Never dated, and never seemed interested in finding love again.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes I catch her looking at Daddy’s photo on the mantle with such longing that it breaks my heart. I wish she’d give herself permission to be happy again, but we don’t have the kind of relationship where I can say that.

“Mama,” I tried once, “don’t you ever get lonely?”

“I’ve got you,” she replied, smoothing down her skirt. “That’s all the company I need.”

Everything was sailing smoothly until that morning I woke up feeling too sick.

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Sunlight passing through curtains | Source: Pexels

I swear I couldn’t even move, and the thought of having breakfast nearly made me puke.

Oh no… I thought. The nausea, the fatigue… Does it mean I’m pregnant?

That was the first thing that came to my mind because Glenn and I got intimate a few weeks earlier.

I was super scared, and my hands were trembling so bad I could barely open the drawer where I’d hidden the pregnancy tests.

“Please, please, please,” I whispered, watching that little window. “Please tell me I’m wrong!”

But two pink lines appeared clear as day, and my world tilted sideways.

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A girl holding a pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

I sank down onto my bathroom floor while my heart pounded inside my chest.

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, staring at the test. “I’m only nineteen. I can’t have a baby. I can’t…”

A few minutes later, I found myself pacing the bedroom.

“How am I gonna hide this from Mama?” I asked myself. “She’ll never understand. A baby? Out of wedlock? In our family?”

I think I talked to myself for almost an hour while different scenarios played out in my mind. All of them resulted in my mother not speaking to me.

I was certain she’d never accept my baby.

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A girl standing in her bedroom | Source: Midjourney

I spent the next few days hiding in my room, coming up with every excuse I could think of to avoid facing Mama.

“Faith, honey! Dinner’s ready!” she called out one evening.

“Sorry, Mama, got this huge psychology paper due tomorrow,” I shouted back. “I’ll grab something later!”

The next morning, she knocked on my door. “Baby girl, I made your favorite pancakes.”

“Thanks, but I already ate a granola bar. Got an early study group meeting,” I lied, feeling guilty about the growing pile of excuses.

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A girl talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

That evening, she tried again. “Faith? Mrs. Jones brought over her famous casserole…”

“Got finals coming up, Mama. Need to focus!” I called out.

By Thursday, Mama wasn’t having it anymore. She marched right up to my room and stood in the doorway.

“Now hold on just a minute,” she said, fixing me with that mom-stare that could melt steel. “Since when do you skip my pancake breakfasts? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you running to the bathroom every morning.”

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A woman looking at her daughter | Source: Midjourney

“Just stressed about exams,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly unconvinced. “And I suppose stress is also why you haven’t touched your coffee in days? The same coffee you swear you can’t live without?”

“My study group suggested cutting back on caffeine.”

“My dear Faith,” Mama said slowly, “in all your years of schooling, I’ve never seen you skip meals during finals. Something’s going on with you, and we both know it ain’t just studying.”

But before she could press further, I grabbed my backpack. “Sorry, Mama, I’m late for the library. Group project!”

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A girl looking at her mother | Source: Midjourney

I practically ran down the stairs, leaving her standing there with that worried look I’d been trying so hard to avoid.

The following Sunday, Mama called up to my room, “Faith, honey! We’re gonna be late for service!”

“Coming!” I called back, fighting another wave of nausea. “Maybe I should skip today…”

“Skip church? Are you feeling poorly?” Mama appeared in my doorway.

“Just a little tired,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Been studying real hard.”

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A girl looking away while talking to her mother | Source: Midjourney

“You’ve been ‘tired’ all week,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Something you want to tell me?”

“No ma’am,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”

The church was packed that morning, all our neighbors dressed in their Sunday best.

Mrs. Jones was wearing her famous pink hat, and Mr. Rodriguez had his grandkids with him. Everything was fine until halfway through the sermon when that familiar nausea hit me.

I must’ve turned green because Mama grabbed my hand.

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A woman sitting in a church | Source: Midjourney

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” she whispered, her eyes narrowing. “Come to think of it, you’ve been actin’ strange all week…”

Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe it was just those pregnancy hormones, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Mom, I have something to tell you,” I whispered back, tears welling up. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence that followed felt eternal. Mama’s face went through about fifty different emotions in three seconds flat.

“What?” she gasped, loud enough for several heads to turn. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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A woman sitting in a church, looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“No, I’m not joking,” I managed, my voice trembling. “I’m pregnant, and it’s Glenn’s.”

That’s when Mama lost it. She stood up and started yelling at me.

“Get out of the church right now!” she hissed. “Go home, pack your things, and don’t come back to my house! How could you do this? Did you even think about what our family and friends would say? Do you not know the traditions and values we hold!? Get out of my sight!”

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A woman talking to her daughter | Source: Midjourney

I quickly stood up and began walking away while my tears blurred my vision. I could see how Mrs. Jones was staring at me with wide eyes.

But before I could reach the door, a familiar voice called out.

“Stop right there, young lady.”

It was Pastor James, and he was looking at my mother with the kind of stern expression I’d seen him use during particularly passionate sermons.

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A priest looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

“Claudia,” he said gently, walking down the aisle toward us, “would you abandon your daughter when she needs you the most? Isn’t this the time to show love and forgiveness?”

“But she’s having a child out of wedlock!” Mama protested. “I never—”

“That shouldn’t be an issue, Claudia,” Pastor James interrupted softly. “Sometimes the greatest blessings come in unexpected packages. Remember, Claudia, when your husband passed away, this congregation wrapped their arms around you and Faith. Shouldn’t we do the same now?”

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A priest talking to a woman | Source: Midjourney

Those words changed Mama’s thoughts. She looked at me and then burst into tears.

The next thing I knew, we were hugging right there in the middle of the church, both of us crying while the congregation pretended not to watch.

“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into my hair. “I was just scared for you. I know how hard it is raising a child alone…”

“I’m not alone, Mama,” I said. “I have Glenn, and I have you… if you’ll still have me?”

But the story doesn’t end here.

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A girl smiling | Source: Midjourney

A few days later, Mama insisted on meeting Glenn and his family.

“Time to do this properly,” she said, straightening my collar like I was still a little girl. “No more secrets.”

Glenn drove us to his place.

“You nervous?” I asked Glenn as we pulled up to his house.

“A little,” he admitted, squeezing my hand. “But it’s time our families met.”

You won’t believe what happened next. We pulled up to this beautiful house, and who opened the door? Pastor James.

The look on his face when Glenn called him “Dad” was priceless.

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A man looking at his son | Source: Midjourney

“Faith?” Pastor James said, looking between me and his son. “Glenn, son, is this your young lady?”

“Yes sir,” Glenn said, taking my hand. “Surprised?”

“Well, I’ll be…” Pastor James shook his head, then started laughing. “The Lord sure does work in mysterious ways.”

Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh at how everything unfolded. Sometimes the best blessings come wrapped in the scariest packages, and sometimes the people you think you barely know turn out to be your biggest supporters.

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A girl looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

And Mama? Well, she’s already picking out baby names and knitting tiny booties.

And just yesterday, she said, “You know, sugar, maybe it’s time I started getting out more. Mrs. Jones’ brother just moved to town…”

Let’s see what happens next.

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A woman standing near a window | Source: Pexels

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My Wife’s Best Friend Mocked Her behind Her Back, So I Decided to Teach Her a Harsh Lesson

A friendly dinner with my wife’s best friend turned into a night that would reveal who she really was. I overheard her say some of the most cruel things about my wife, and you won’t believe the revenge I plotted. I had to show this woman she could never mess with the people I love.

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Friends enjoying dinner and drinks | Source: Pexels

I’m Jake. I’ve been with my wife Meg for over five years, and she’s the love of my life. We’ve been through a lot together, especially struggling with infertility.

About a month ago, we went to dinner with some friends, including Meg’s best friend and our maid of honor, Bethany. The evening was going pretty well, with lots of laughter and catching up.

As the night went on, I leaned over to Meg and said, “We should probably head out soon. We need to stick to our treatment schedule.”

Meg nodded, giving me a small smile. “You’re right. Let’s say our goodbyes.”

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A couple having dinner | Source: Pexels

We excused ourselves, explaining to our friends, “Sorry to cut it short, but we’ve got an early appointment tomorrow.” Bethany and the others waved us off with cheerful goodbyes, and we left the restaurant, thinking the night had ended on a good note. Little did I know, it was just the beginning.

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A man looking in his bag | Source: Pexels

So, we left, but I realized I had left my phone at the restaurant. “Oh no, I left my phone,” I said, patting my pockets frantically.

Meg looked at me with concern. “Do you want me to go with you?”

I shook my head. “No, you go on home. I’ll be quick.”

I hurried back to the restaurant and spotted my phone on the table. Just as I was grabbing it, I overheard Bethany talking to another friend.

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A phone on the table | Source: Pexels

“Oh gosh, did you see Meg?” Bethany sneered. “She’s soooo pathetic! What does she hope for? I bet Jake will be crawling to me the moment I give him a wink. At least, I could give him a healthy child. She’s just sterile.”

My jaw hit the floor. How could she say that? I would never trade Meg for this evil woman. I didn’t lose it right there, though I was close. Instead, I decided Bethany needed a harsher wake-up call. So, I came up with a plan.

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A man looking completely shocked | Source: Pexels

The next time we all got together, I started being extra friendly with Bethany. “Hey Bethany, you look great tonight,” I complimented, flashing her a smile.

She laughed, clearly enjoying the attention. “Thanks, Jake! You always know how to make a girl feel special.”

I laughed at her jokes and even started texting her occasionally. “Hey Bethany, saw this and thought of you,” I messaged, attaching a funny meme.

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A man on his phone | Source: Pexels

I wanted her to think she was winning me over, and it didn’t take long before she started flirting back. “You’re so sweet, Jake. Maybe we should hang out more often,” she replied.

I played along, acting like I was falling for her charm.

Over the next few weeks, I ramped it up. I sent Bethany sweet messages, and when we were out with friends, I made sure to give her extra attention.

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Two people flirting at a dinner table | Source: Pexels

“Bethany, you always have the best stories,” I said one evening, laughing at one of her anecdotes.

She beamed, clearly enjoying the spotlight. “You think so, Jake? I guess I do have a knack for it.”

Meanwhile, Meg had no idea what was going on; I didn’t want to hurt her by revealing Bethany’s cruel words just yet. She’d ask me, “How’s Bethany doing? She seems so happy lately.”

I’d smile and say, “Yeah, she’s been in a good mood. Must be all the attention from everyone.”

Eventually, Bethany couldn’t resist and suggested we meet up alone. She thought she had me wrapped around her finger.

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A woman texting while at a restaurant | Source: Pexels

“Hey Jake, how about we grab coffee sometime? Just the two of us,” she texted one day.

I agreed, knowing this was the perfect time to drop the bombshell. “Sure, Bethany. How about Friday at that little coffee shop downtown?” I replied.

When we met, she was all smiles and flirty. “Hey Jake,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Of course, Bethany. I’ve been looking forward to it,” I said, giving her a charming smile.

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Two people having coffee | Source: Pexels

During our coffee date, I acted even more interested, letting her believe she was winning me over. “You know, Bethany, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” I said, leaning in slightly.

She blushed, clearly pleased. “Oh really? What have you been thinking?” she asked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

“Just how great you are. How fun it is to be around you,” I replied, watching her soak up the compliments.

As the weeks went by, Bethany started dropping hints about a future together. “Jake, you deserve someone who can give you everything you want,” she said one day.

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Two people having coffee | Source: Pexels

I knew it was time to escalate things. I invited her to dinner at a fancy restaurant under the guise of discussing our “relationship” further. “Bethany, let’s have a special dinner. I want to talk about us,” I said, my voice serious.

She arrived dressed to the nines, clearly expecting a big moment. “Jake, you look amazing,” she said, her eyes wide with anticipation.

As we sat down, I began my routine of complimenting her. “You look stunning tonight, Bethany,” I said.

“Thank you, Jake,” she replied.

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A woman smiling while out with someone | Source: Pexels

Then, just as she seemed to be basking in her triumph, I dropped the bombshell. “Bethany, do you remember that night at the restaurant when you said those things about Meg? About her being pathetic and sterile?” I asked, leaning in closer.

Her face went pale. “What are you talking about, Jake?”

“I heard everything you said,” I continued. “You mocked my wife, the woman I love, behind her back. You thought I’d fall for your manipulative, arrogant act? You’re wrong. I would never trade Meg for someone as cruel and hypocritical as you.”

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A woman looking confused while at dinner | Source: Pexels

Bethany’s expression turned from shock to anger. “You played me?”

“Damn right, I did,” I said, leaning back with a smirk. “And now, everyone will know the real you. You’ll never see Meg again. I’ll make sure of it.”

“You… you’re a monster!” she hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.

“No, Bethany. You are,” I replied calmly. “And now, you’ll face the consequences of your actions.”

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A woman crying | Source: Pexels

Bethany stormed out of the restaurant, humiliated and furious.

I returned home to Meg, who had been in on the plan from the beginning. “How did it go?” she asked, concern in her eyes.

“Better than I expected,” I replied, pulling her into a hug. “She’s not going to bother us anymore.”

We had a long talk about what happened, and it brought us even closer. But it hurt that my wife had faced this kind of betrayal.

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A couple hugging | Source: Pexels

“I’m so sorry you had to go through this, Meg,” I said, holding her close.

“It’s not your fault, Jake. I’m just glad we handled it together,” she replied, smiling up at me.

The fallout was satisfying. Bethany tried to salvage her reputation, but word spread quickly about what she had said and done. She lost many friends, and her social circle shrank dramatically. “She got what she deserved,” Meg said one day, a note of satisfaction in her voice.

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A couple hugging each other | Source: Pexels

“Yes, she did,” I agreed. “And we’re stronger than ever because of it.”

Meg and I continued our journey together, stronger than ever. We knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we could overcome them together. The lesson here? Don’t mess with the people I love. Karma has a way of catching up with you, especially when you least expect it.

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A couple hugging | Source: Pexels

Thanks for reading, everyone. Stay strong, stand up for your loved ones, and never let anyone get away with cruelty.

If you thought this a cold-severed revenge plan, you would not believe what Megan did after she found out her soon-to-be husband was cheating on her with her best friend! As if it could not get any worse, she was invited to their wedding, but she had a plan to ruin their happy day.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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