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Welcome to R slash off my chest, where a stepfather fakes his own daughter's pregnancy to teach her a lesson.

Our next Reddit post is from that one guy from Good Girls.

When I was 15, my stepdad decided to teach me a lesson about responsibility in the most

cruel and manipulative way imaginable.

He lied and told me I was pregnant.

It had come out that I had premarital intercourse. He made me pee in a cup and claimed that he tested it. I didn't see what he did with it, but he came back and said that I was pregnant. I had no reason to doubt him. For roughly five months, 18 weeks, I believed I was going to have a baby. My body even seemed to respond. I gained

weight, had morning sickness, cravings, and even felt what I thought were kicks. I mentally prepared for

this child. I grieved the life that I thought that I would lose as a teen mom, but also grew to love the baby that I thought was growing inside of me.

My reputation at school took the expected hit, and then the hit that you'd expect when I didn't end up having the baby.

Yep, I became that girl.

When I finally asked about getting prenatal care, he laughed and told me that he had

lied the entire time. It was at the dinner table, and I'll never forget my mental state

shattering. I was devastated, among many other things. To make things worse, he found the

pregnancy journal that I'd been writing in every week for the baby to one day read.

He confiscated it and quoted it back to me, laughing at my thoughts and feelings for weeks

afterwards. It felt like I'd lost a child, even though there was never a baby. It always felt

wrong to say that I suffered a miscarriage, so I never felt like I could talk to somebody about the kind of grief I felt.

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