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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

The day I lost control of me

I'm looking at the calendar and I can't help to notice that the day is almost here. The anniversary of the day I lost control of me. The day I miscarried my only child.

It was Cinco de Mayo 2015. I sat alone in the bathroom floor, still sweaty from a strenuous leg workout and after having eaten almost a bottle of Tums, the results where finally in. The stick didn't lie...I was pregnant.