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Eight years

I woke up on Tuesday, April 24th 2001, with noticeably different contractions than Iā€™d had before ā€“ focused lower in my abdomen & across my back, too ā€“ rather than up at the top of my uterus. Since I already had a regular appointment that afternoon at 4pm, I decided to just wait & see…


Well, Steven, who previously had abandoned his plot to slowly kill me, had apparently only regrouped & is attacking from another angle. Seriously, the past 2 days have been slow, torturous death for me. Absolutely everything I say is to be argued with, direct orders are to be flagrantly disobeyed, newly cleaned rooms are to…