And put an end to the Darwin Diaries.
Her opinion is that it does me more harm than good, especially when it comes to dealing with the family court in Massachusetts and really… it doesn’t seem to serve the same purpose. Everything in here is going to be used against me and that’s my own fault.
I think the time has come to give writing up. It doesn’t seem to do me any good.
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Angus and I were in this weird house, but it was familiar… like it was our home. I was packing boxes of pictures and knick-knacks and we seemed to be having some sort of vague conversation. I picked up my mother’s rosary beads – The big clunky, hand carved ivory ones and began to wrap them in paper when a man who said he was my doctor, suddenly appeared and told me it was time for my exam. He felt my stomach, which was huge, while Angus watched and announced that my baby died. As he was telling me this, blood began to pour out of me and both the doctor and Angus started to laugh at me saying how stupid I was for thinking I would have a baby when all my babies die. The more they laughed, the more I bled and then both Angus and the doctor left me there, but I could hear their laughter and I was alone.
I woke up actually feeling the physical pain of labor and crying.
I’m still crying because I know somewhere, someone is happy about this.
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