On Choice And Letting Go

On an unremarkable (or psychologically buried) spring day in 1994 I lost my second child at about 16 weeks gestation. I was 19, a high school drop-out, and trying to extricate myself from an abusive relationship.

The final straw was when my partner shoved me out of the car and attempted to run me over.

Shortly after this event, I found myself pregnant and alone, the mother of a toddler.

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