Sorry to all of you for not being around lately. I have been depressed. My son’s wife murdered their baby.
I don’t even no where to begin. It makes me sick just to think about it. She reminds me of that horrible killer clown Pennywise, from the Stephen King novel “IT” who murders children.
My son met this young woman who seemed very nice. They dated for a while. They got close. She got pregnant, and they got married.
Approximately six weeks into the pregnancy, she hit herself repeatedly in the stomach until my son’s baby died. However, she didn’t miscarry for another six weeks. The baby stayed inside her dead, unbeknownst to the rest of us.
We saw the bruises on her stomach, and I questioned her about them, and so did my son, as well as a few other people. She said that she didn’t know how they got there. She even went so far as to say that maybe she hit herself in her sleep. She was lying. If she had been jumping around hitting herself like that, it would have woken my son. The evidence of her lies follows.
We found out the baby was dead three months into the pregnancy at her first gynecological exam. She was bleeding and cramping and had to be taken to the emergency room of the local hospital. They did a vaginal ultrasound and came back and told me and a friend of mine, as well as the murderous young woman, that there were no signs of fetal life, no heartbeat, nothing. They said the baby was dead, and recommended her to see a gynecologist, in the morning, for a possible D & C (dilation and and curettage) to clean her out inside.
As they were beginning to unhook her I.V. (intravenous lines for medicine), I told her how sorry I was for her that she lost the baby. She promptly told me that she didn’t carry about losing the baby. That all she cared about was how my son felt about her losing it. She said she never wanted to be pregnant, anyways. A nurse who was unhooking the I.V. looked at her, at me and my friend, and then shook his head in unbelief. I think he couldn’t understand anyone talking that way, be that cold or uncaring. I know thats what I was thinking, too.
On the ride home from the hospital, she told my friend and I, “I murdered my baby.” When I heard that I questioned her. I said, “What did you say? What the hell did you just say?” She said, “I killed my baby.” I said “What the fuck did you just say?” She said, “I guess I killed my baby.” She told us she killed the baby because she couldn’t fit into her jeans anymore. She was unhappy with the weight gain. And she said it so evil, so cold, so matter of fact. It was horrifying.
My son filed for divorce. We are all in a fog. I am sitting here crying now, while my son is out depressed. He is losing his mind, and I think I might be too. It’s awful. God help us.
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