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The Death of a Child

pregnantI was taken back to a sad memory today. When I was 18 years old I was in a very abusive relationship. I was the mother of two, with my baby boy fighting for his life in the neonatal unit of Upstate Medical Center in Syracuse, NY.

My son, born at 24 weeks of gestation was in the hospital, due to his father beating me up, while I was at home getting pregnant by a man I couldn’t stand. When I found out I was pregnant I was horrified because my main focus was my son that was in need of his mother. I decided to abort that child. I hated my partner for the pain that my baby was going through and I hated him even more for thinking about sex and wanting me to have another baby by him. At the time I felt I made the best decision and I still believe it today. I was living on a dark road at that time but guess what?

He got me pregnant again!

I couldn’t have another abortion and I was so fearful that my partner would beat me to the point of having another pre-mature delivery. My son eventually lost his vision due to long-term ventilation use.

A Love Gone Astray

brokenheartAfter ten years of marriage and raising our two children, Tina told me, "Maybe we should see what it's like to date other people." I was taken aback, hurt, blindsided and dazed by the sudden blow. I thought that we were happy together but I guess it was just me who had been happy. Tina and I had been an item since junior high school before tying the knot, buying a house and raising our two children, Joshua and Monica. We were a typical middle class family: picnics, amusement parks, movies at the theatre. And I have to admit, Me and Tina were a good looking couple.

I had no idea what to do about Tina's proclamation. But after seeing that look in her eyes often enough - a look that said she was hungry for

Whose Gone Love You Now

Its funny how they watch you grow

Baby stepping

Every second spent questioning

If you're headed in the right direction

Treading through the dark

Thoroughbred be dead

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