That, along with a photo of a pregnancy test with a big PLUS sign, is a message I received via Facebook upon arriving at work this morning. Mind you, the last communication of any kind that I received from my daughter was over a year ago, right after the burglary, that read as follows: "I can't believe you think it was me. You're insane. But okay, that's fine with me because I didnt do anything. Once this all blows over, I want no contact with you at all." I have kept an eye on her all this time, through her FB account, but there has been no contact between us, at all. So...because I have learned something from this site and all of you, I didn't respond immediately with what my first thought was - "Have you been drinking and drugging since you conceived?" I thought about it for a couple hours. Then I replied with "If you're happy, then I'm happy for you." She opened the door. I miss my daughter and I love her more than life itself, in spite of everything. She's a pain in my arse and has been nothing but stress and heartache since she turned 13, but she is still my baby girl. So after another hour or so, I sent, "I think you'll be the best mama ever. If you're in town around lunch time, let me know, I'd like to treat you to lunch. I love you. Always. <3" She replied almost immediately with "I'm so hurt. My husband said he'll divorce me if I keep it. It's my baby. I don't know what to do." I seriously want to annihilate him. I have NEVER liked him, he's a selfish, punk, gangsta wanna-be, and he has done nothing for my daughter except drag her down into the sewers with his nasty ugly self. How DARE him tell her that! If she aborts her child because he told her to, she will never recover from it. Never. I want to just go get her and bring her home. I don't want to be a grandma, but I don't want that punk loser SCUM telling my daughter to kill her child! I know I have no control over this. None. I know that it would be so very easy to be sucked into the drama, and I can't do it. I know that I need to stay detached. And it hurts so effing bad, to see that piece of slug slime hurt my baby girl like that. I told her "I am so sorry to hear that. I don't know what to say. I love you. I support you." She said she loves me too, and that means a lot. I pray she will be strong enough to get away from that piece of fecal matter and protect herself and her child from him. I wish he would get hit by a bus. I hate him.