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‘I Wasn’t Ready’: Mourning Getting an Abortion While Wanting to be a Mother
I made an appointment and pretended that I wasn’t growing something inside me. I called it a parasite and cursed the ferocious hunger within to cancel the appointment and grow up quicker. Becoming attached to the cluster of cells was futile, though. It wasn’t our time yet…