After staying here from 12/22 to 12/31, she finally went back to her apartment. I asked her a few times why she was staying here. The first time it was because the apartment was just too filthy. Then it was she just didn't know. I think I found out the truth yesterday and I'm heartsick. She called me yesterday because she felt I'd be upset if she didn't. DUH!!! She's pregnant. Guess who the daddy is? Yup, her roommate that she claims is like a brother to her and has girl friends on a monthly basis. I asked what she planned to do. "Love it a lot." I bit my tongue. The next comment was, "Others have done it. I can, too." The tears started flowing on my side. I did lose it when she told me who the father was. He's a nice guy but no way is he prepared to be a father. He'd planned to go to Miami to live with his grandparents and work down there. Who knows what the plans will be now. If there's a wedding, I'm not going, but I doubt there will be. If she really loved this baby, she'd give it up for adoption. It will have love but nothing else. No education, no future. Heck, she doesn't even have the ability to pay for an apartment, has no car, is a total slob. How can she possibly pay for the expenses of an infant? A baby deserves better. If I had my way, she'd get an abortion but I know there is no chance of that happening, just like I know there's no way she will give the baby up willingly. This is so wrong on so many levels. She's not emotionally ready to be a parent. She certainly isn't financially prepared and, quite honestly, even if I could help her, I wouldn't other than making sure she has a roof over her head. Of course, I'm in no shape to help her at all. I was so hoping that when she moved back with me I could get her back to school, working to having a real future. Now, I'm looking at my daughter not having a chance in hell for anything but a very hard life. I'm looking at a baby being born into poverty and a clueless mother. I know a lot of you will say that my attitude will change when the baby is born. I don't think so. Being a grandmother was never high on my list of life goals. As a matter of fact, it was never on my list although I knew that one day I would be because of who my daughter is. To me, this baby will be something that ruins my daughter's chances at having a decent life. I'll help her as much as I can emotionally. I'll try to guide her through this and help her get the medical care she needs. Heck, I'll even be there when the baby is born if she asks me to but I'm not going to be happy about any of it. I'm angry, terrified for my child, scared for a baby that will be loved but have nothing, disgusted with my daughter's choices. Of course, I can't stop crying about the whole mess.