I had already gone insane of the last disturbance from my mother in my life that I could tolerate. That’s it, I said. That’s the final straw. But that didn’t lead me anywhere. A relationship was forged on the dark side and I could only go forward with ii. I had meant to marry him. But not the way it happened.
“You’re not pregnant,” he said. But I was.
“Take it the way it DID go,” he said, but it didn’t “GO” at all. From the very beginning I was in disaster mode and it just didn’t go away even when we were in Florida some 10 years later and my son was a bouncing young boy and I was seeing my tenth psychiatrist. “You’re stagnant,” the psychiatrist said, and I didn’t even get it until much later. We were in a stagnant pool of two dead babies and our living son, who had to swim in that muck to stay alive.
I understand that abortion doesn’t always go quite so crazy as this. But the fact that it can says something very, very bad about it. Please take my word on this.