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Even though I lied, but I still miss my fake dead baby.
Even though I lied, but I still miss my fake dead baby.
The positive test confirmed that I was a mother, but bleeding at 5 weeks made sure I wouldnt hear being called "Mama" this time around.
I didn't know I was pregnant, but now that I've lost it, I won't ever tell him because I refuse to let a baby be a trump card.
The minute you walked away, I knew you weren't a man.
Knowing that my miscarriage brought him relief is something I'm not sure I'll ever forget.
On the day I miscarried, I drove to a job interview, and when the Misfits came on the radio, I wondered if I'd still be able to listen to songs about killing babies after I'd lost my own.
Seriously, within the four or five months that I worked at a small accounting firm, a CPA died suddenly of cancer, one of the secretaries had a miscarriage, and the other CPA's husband was found by his mother after having died of auto-erotic asphyxiation.