My Daughter Turned Me Away at Her Door – The Reason Took Me by Surprise

My Only Daughter Refused to Let Me Into Her Home When I Visited, and the Reason Left Me Speechless

I chose to take a train to my daughter’s city and offer her favorite delicacy as a surprise when we stopped communicating. However, I thought something wasn’t right when she urged me to leave at her door, so I later broke into her apartment. Simply put, I had no idea what was within.

My name is Ingrid, and my daughter Anna is the center of my universe. I worked extra shifts at a diner, where I still work now as a manager, to raise her alone.

When it became apparent that I would be parenting her alone, I knew one thing: she would never be left behind or need anything. My pregnancy wasn’t planned.

That’s what I did, but I did more. I bonded with Anna considerably more than other mothers do with their daughters. We remind me of Lorelai and Rory from “Gilmore Girls,” but there was never a lot of “man drama.”

I adored Jason, with whom she had only one connection. He was witty, kind, and compassionate. They soon married and relocated to the city. This was her life, even if it was three hours away, which wasn’t ideal for me.

We spoke daily at first, and I was raving about her thrilling new experiences. However, after around two years, our talks became less frequent and more varied.

She would sound aloof and claim to be “busy,” but I could tell she was keeping something from me. I kept thinking too much about it, and it ached. Was I losing her, or was this the norm?

After a while, I couldn’t handle it, even if other mothers could have been alright and gone on. I made the decision to go to her in order to get the truth.

I thus rose early two weeks ago, prepared her favorite cinnamon buns, and rode the train to her city. When she spotted me, I pictured her face beaming. However, what transpired after I knocked on her door at her apartment was not what I had anticipated.

Anna looked out when the door split open. She opened her eyes wide, but not in joy. Closing the door behind her, she crept out as if concealing something.

“Mom? Why are you here? Her tone was nearly irate as she whispered.

Grinning, I held up the basket of buns. I was hoping to see you! “I brought your favorite buns,” I exclaimed too enthusiastically.

Anxiously, she glanced down the corridor. She exclaimed, “You can’t be here,” and shook her head. “Mom, just… go.”

Despite my heart sinking, I made an effort to remain composed. “What’s going on, Anna? Is Jason—”

“Mom, I said GO!” For the first time, she looked me in the eyes as she snapped, her voice shifting from a whisper to a firm demand. There was something there that I could see. Fear? However, she turned and slammed the door before I could reply.

I gripped the basket and stood motionless. Just now, my daughter closed her door in my face. I thought of all kinds of horrible things. Did Jason do it? Did I misjudge their relationship?

Could my daughter have been scared of her husband? How could I have overlooked that, God? Well, not any more! I knew knocking again would not work, but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I therefore stepped back from her door and hid myself in the hallway’s corner.

I couldn’t stop thinking about what my daughter might be going through because of her spouse for hours on end. Why had she remained silent? She had been terrified to open the door at all.

Hold on, was he out or inside? It was torture not to know. Her door finally creaked open after what seemed like an age, and I ducked back into my small corner.

As before, Anna walked outside and looked around anxiously. Her face was noticeably whiter, as I could see. She looked as if she had been crying since her eyes were puffy and red. My stomach rumbled.

I hurried to her apartment as soon as the elevator closed after she summoned it. Fortunately for me, my daughter had left her front door unlocked, even though I had no idea what I was intending. I slipped in hastily.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket in case I had to make an emergency 911 call, and I would vent to Jason if he was present. But I wrinkled my nose after looking at Anna’s apartment.

It was a catastrophe. There were clothes all over the place. There were heaps of dishes on practically every surface and in the sink. However, a few of those outfits and utensils made me think. They were tiny. I scowled as I moved deeper inside before abruptly coming to a halt.

In the main room was a crib.

My feet refused to respond to my need to move. My daughter never informed me that she had a baby! I wanted to die. I blinked frantically, like though I were dreaming.

I heard footsteps behind me before I could take any further action. Anna came back in before I could even turn around. When she saw me, she hesitated by the door, but then her shoulders slumped in resignation.

“Mom…” she said in a deep whisper.

“Anna… you have a baby?” I was able to escape. I would lose control of my emotions and start a full-blown argument if I talked louder.

I could feel the embarrassment seeping over her as she looked down. Slowly, she nodded. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me you’d become a mother, which is the single most important thing you can do with your life?” I inquired, on the verge of losing my mind. I then looked from her to the cot. “Where is Jason? Is he causing you pain? The infant? Was that the cause of your fear?

She shook her head and gave a whoosh of breath. “Is it hurting me? No, mother. Anna laid down some mail and wiped her hair from her forehead before saying, “You’ve got it all wrong.”

She departed and came back so abruptly for that reason.

“He is no longer there. When I informed him that the baby wasn’t his, he departed. All I was worried about was that you had learned about it.

“What?” Even more astonished, I questioned, but my daughter jumped, so I spoke softly. “Anna, I don’t understand. Tell me what happened, please.

I could tell she felt ashamed and guilty because of the way her mouth twisted. “Mom, I made a horrible error. with my supervisor. I ruined everything because I thought he would give me more than Jason and I had.

Her supervisor.

“Okay…”

“I asked him to leave his wife, and he said no and laughed in my face,” Anna added, lowering her head. “He fired me, too, and then, I found out I was pregnant.”

I merely remained silent because I wanted to hear everything at once. However, every word was more startling than the last.

“I thought it could be Jason’s when I found out I was pregnant,” she added, with a slight shrug. “But once the baby was born, the difference was clear.”

I finally approached the crib after she pointed to it. Yes, Jason and the infant were of very different races.

Anna went on, “He was so hurt,” and she began to sniffle. “I begged him for forgiveness, but he wouldn’t budge.”

“Anna, you should’ve told me all of this as soon as it happened,” I murmured quietly.

“I understand, but I believed I could do it by myself. This is not what I wanted you to see. You put forth a lot of effort and made many sacrifices for me to have a better life, and now look at me. I found myself in a mess worse than anything you experienced. I didn’t want you to believe that your efforts were in vain.

I said, “Oh, sweetheart,” and before she could pull away, I gathered her in an embrace. “Hear me out. I put a lot of effort into raising you, even missing meals and working long hours, only to have you ignore me now. I adore you, which is why I did it. And regardless of where life leads you, I would do it all over again.”

My sweater got moist from her tears when she eventually broke down. “I believed I didn’t need to burden you because I could take care of things on my own. But, Mom, it’s been so difficult. I’ve been struggling to keep my composure every day.”

“Well, Mama’s here now,” I reassured her while putting her hair back in place. “You don’t have to work alone on this. I’m available to you. I’m here for you both.

Anna said, “Her name is Stella,” in between sobs.

Stella, my grandchild.

Anna was really appreciative when I informed her I would be staying with her for a time after we parted ways. Two weeks later, I’m still here.

Some blessings don’t seem apparent until after the fact, but I never imagined my daughter would be a single mother. Every baby is a present.

But nevertheless, I didn’t have Anna’s advantage. The outcome of a one-night stand was her. Stella arose from an affair, which means that my daughter was compromised by a boss at a corporation who abused his position of authority.

I wasn’t going to overlook it. I’ve contacted a lawyer already. I located her ex-boss’s wife’s Facebook page and have some money saved up.

We certainly have a lot of “man drama” these days, I suppose. You know, it’s not “Gilmore Girls.”