I just gave birth to my daughter Annabelle. When I told my mom the name, her face went pale, and she left a few minutes later, claiming she didn’t feel well. Then, my dad came over and asked if there’s any way I can change it. I asked him why. He admitted that… the name carries a dark history in our family. Apparently, an ancestor named Annabelle was involved in a tragic scandal, and the name has been taboo ever since. I was stunned—nobody warned me!

I’ve always loved the name for its elegance and uniqueness. It’s 2025, and I refuse to let old superstitions dictate my daughter’s identity. My parents are urging me to pick something else, saying it could bring bad luck. But I see it differently—this is my child, my choice. Studies show names don’t shape destinies; parenting does. I won’t bow to family pressure or rename her.

Online, reactions are mixed. Some call it bold, others think I’m tempting fate. A friend suggested a middle name to soften the impact, but I’m standing firm. Annabelle will grow up proud of her name, unburdened by the past. I’ll teach her its story, turning a “forbidden” label into a badge of strength. My decision is final.