Ryan's mom looked at me with disdain, "Blame your indiscreet daughter. Now that she's pregnant, who else would marry her? If she doesn't offer something, why should my son accept her?"
I had already seen their true colors and was planning to break up with Ryan anyway. So the house, car, and wedding expenses were just empty words—they meant nothing to me.
But these comments were clearly personal attacks. How could I tolerate that?
I snapped, "You think I'm the one who's indiscreet? What about your son? He's just a washed-up loser I used to date.
"And even if I were pregnant out of wedlock, so what? It's a personal choice. Only people with outdated, narrow minds would make such a big deal out of it, and now you're trying to use it to leverage against my family?
"You want my family to pay for everything? Just look at him—he's barely worth my time, let alone any kind of settlement."
Ryan's parents were fuming red with anger. Ryan himself was stuttering, unable to form a coherent response.
I turned to Ryan's mom, lifted my chin with disdain, and said, "See? He can't even get his words out."
Ryan's mom finally lost her composure and started hurling insults at me.