Editor’s note: In Part 1, Resa Barillas shared her experience learning about her pregnancy and breaking the news to her parents, with the help of her sister.
It took me a little longer to muster up the courage to tell the father, but since we lived a good hour away from each other, we had a pretty nice buffer via phone. I had braced myself for the worst (complete lack of desire for involvement), and I’d decided that getting married was the worst thing we could do. I didn’t want to force myself to be in a potentially unsatisfying relationship just for my baby. It wouldn’t help anyone, and I knew that my child would be better off with two happy homes than one unhappy one.
We talked on the phone, and I made sure he had braced himself, with the typical “You’re probably going to want to sit down for this.” Then came the grand slam.
“I’m not sure how to say this but to just say it, so I’m pregnant.”