My father is planning to have another baby. What should I do?

Long story ....

All this started in 2021,at that time my sister and I were away at coaching, and for the first time in years, my parents were living together alone. Their relationship had always been rough, mainly because of how my father and his family treated my mother. She had spent her whole life in conflict with them—especially my grandmother—and had accused my father of cheating multiple times. I always brushed it off, but no one repeats the same thing their entire life unless there’s some truth to it.

At first, things seemed good between them. They were spending time together, going on evening walks—it actually felt like they were happy. But then, two months later, my mother suddenly passed away.

A few weeks before her death, our family (grandmother, uncle, etc.) randomly insisted on celebrating my father’s birthday, something he had never done in his life. My mother found it suspicious and refused to go. Then, out of nowhere, she decided to visit my father’s family alone. First, she went to a Mata temple with my bua (another POS who made her life hell for years).

According to my family, she came home, sat on the sofa with my grandmother, and suddenly collapsed. She started shaking. My chacha (another massive POS, who happens to be a pharmacist) took over, injecting her with who knows what. Instead of rushing her to a good hospital, they took her to a government hospital—despite us being financially stable. Another injection was given there. She began foaming at the mouth. From there, they moved her to a private hospital, where the doctor scolded them for the treatment they had already given her.

By the time they finally took her to a bigger hospital, she was already unconscious, with milky eyes. The doctor suspected a brain hemorrhage and referred her to a specialist four hours away. On the way, they stopped at a smaller hospital one hour away, where she was declared dead on arrival.

At 3 AM, my father called me and told me to pack my things. I was so excited, thinking I was finally going home for my sister’s birthday. He picked me up along with our neighbor uncles and looked weird, he was in a shawl, looked like he hadn't showered. But I still didn’t suspect anything. When we picked up my sister, she had already sensed that something seemed off . We asked why Mom wasn’t with him, and he casually said she had gone to a jagrata. Still, nothing seemed off to my dumbass....

Before reaching our family house, we stopped at our own home. There were some leftover aloo matar and rotis, i ate them and my god , it tasted heavenly

Then, just ten minutes before reaching our family house, my father, out of nowhere, said:

"Mummy mata ke gayi thi, aate time gir gayi."

And he laughed.

I smiled at first because it was typical of Mom to be clumsy, but then I turned and saw my father wasn’t actually laughing—he was forcing himself to cry.

Then he said, "Mummy gayi beta."

That moment… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe how it felt.

When we arrived, there were 30-40 people already there. Even my older brother, who lived five hours away, had arrived before us. We were the last to know.

For the first two months, my father acted like the perfect parent. He promised to take care of us, to be there for us. And I believed him—just as I always had.

But the mask slowly started slipping.

Then, eight months later, my sister called me, crying.

"Papa ne dusri shaadi kar li hai."

Once again, we were the last to know.

Their excuse? "Bachon ko zarurat hai."

I was 17. My sister was 18. And we didn’t even live with him as we were in hostels. So, whose “need” were they really fulfilling? This wasn’t about us. This was my father and his family making another selfish decision without us.

When my sister refused to meet our stepmother, she was called a drama queen and what not.

Now, three years later, my father and stepmother are planning to have a baby.

Just a month ago, I visited home, and she was constantly unwell. I didn’t care. I just said, "Get well soon," and moved on....

But today, my sister called again. Apparently, our stepmother had a miscarriage and almost died because they got to the hospital 15 minutes too late. Someone in our extended family told my sister about it.

And yet, they are still trying for another baby.

I feel like my head is going to explode. I’m already drowning in stress, I’m on a student loan, despite my father being in a high-ranking government position. And now they’re planning to bring another child into this mess.

My mind is gonna explode....

Isn’t it illegal for a government employee to have more than two kids?

If they actually do have this child, what should my sister and I do?

How are we supposed to handle this? We are already completely on our own.

At this point, should I start learning how to breastfeed a baby? Because it sure feels like I’ll be the one raising it.

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