Before We Go, A Word on Rape

• note: this is the beginning for a book I may or may not publish*

My mother didn’t want to have kids and we paid the price for it. I didn’t want any kids because I thought I wasn’t loved enough to do it right.

That is, I thought I didn’t want children until I finally fell in love. Trouble was I already had two miracle children and the person I love wasn’t available. Worse still, my uterus almost killed me shortly after these realizations and events. Thankfully, I did have kids (that I adore and do not raise the same way I was brought up) due to a…