I’m 20 and I live with my parents and boyfriend. We hit a hard spot and couldn’t get our apartment, so when we found out I was pregnant we decided to wait until we had a nest egg of sorts.

My parents smoke, but they don’t smoke in the common rooms or the room the baby will be living in (my son is in the NICU for another week). They stay outside, or in their personal bedrooms with the doors closed, windows cracked. My pets are trained and are cleaned up after religiously. There is only one cat with access to the room the baby will be in, and that room is vacuumed daily. The house is cleaned daily, the cages are cleaned on a schedule, and most of the animals are caged anyway. Large dogs stay outside, and only the one cat has access to the baby’s area, though he’s trained not to climb into, on, or around the crib or any furniture for that matter.

My boyfriend’s parents have threatened to call CPS if I don’t move into their house with my son. They dislike me as is, and already make me miserable. I don’t want to live with them, and when they threatened to take my son, I knew that bridges were burned.

I don’t want to lose my son, and I don’t want to stress through a major move. I’m still recovering from preeclampsia, a c-section, and pneumonia. The last thing I want is to fight.
My boyfriend has a job, we just wanted to save more and have a college fund started. But that’s not the point.

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