IN MEMORY OF
miscarried October 21, 2010.
When I found out I was pregnant, my relationship with my baby's father was on the rocks. When I told him, he left me. Then tried to get back with me. I rejected him. I chose to do this on my own; without his drama and heartbreak. He threatened my life. I was scared and took him back.
We discussed things, and he left me again because he didn't agree with adoption.
I experienced the most painful and gut wrenching cramps in my life.. thought it was normal, until I started bleeding... then I knew the horror, that was.... a miscarriage.
I had to go to the hospital by myself. I had to do all the tests by myself. I lost my baby... by myself.
After I told the father, he said “Let's try for a baby again“
I hate the father. I hate him for running out on me in my time of need. I hate him for treating me like crap. I hate him for breaking me down. I hate him for talking me into being with him again just so he could leave me again... and I hate him most of all for making me go through that by myself.