My Crooked Journey to Motherhood: Those Painful Teenage Years
Heather Nann
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Heather, I’m sorry I hate this story…

I hate that S. was paralyzed.

I hate that you were abused… can hardly believe, You, with all your moxie, could be abused.

Not your fault just saddened that you went through that.

I HATE THIS STORY… no matter how well it is told; so brave, so personal, So Real…

That woman’s leg -stand-in to your wounds —HOW HORRIBLE… for her, and for you…

small hope, maybe her wound is from skiing.

I. HATE. THIS. STORY.

FUCKING ABUSE. ABUSERS AND THEIR ABUSED… so many stories…in the akashic realm tumble out… like the ‘lost boys’, and so on and such…

I hate all this abusing that is / has been going on…

What is wrong with we humans?

Card carrying afflicted with the fucked up gene…

For some it lays dormant, and in others, it rages blindly, wildly, reckless…

I’m sorry to say I hate this story…

I waited to publish this. Do not want to offend you…

I am an empath and barely can cope with the pain and abuse of others…