I know how my enemies will plot their spell to stop me. They will be glad I suffered. So let them laugh. Their hearts are pure darkness.
My last child, number seven was nausea the full 9 months, vomit out car windows, I lived in the toilet . The preacher husband checked into his church hotel deserted his family for his ego God-fame.. He watched me go down in endless despair. His family never offered any easement. Never a word for comfort while he bathed in the praise of church members. His silent fury fueled his goal to push me to insanity.
This is where I gained my super human strength. It made me stronger for what was ahead. I carried her till the end, she and I made it. The husband didn't utter any words of praise for this child.
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