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"Somewhere around the age of 17 I met a boy at a relative's wedding. We liked them, we met them and we joined them for four years. Everything went well; we looked at it, we went a long way, and there were no days to make plans for our future, for the babies we would do, for the life we would spend. Up here, everything was ok.
After two years, the relationship became a family and the relationship continued normally until one day I found out that I was pregnant. It was something we loved both, regardless of the age I had. Happy for the news I received, call and tell. He paused for a moment and said 'ok, we meet and talk closely'. All night I did not sleep with happiness. In my head I planned movies with different scenes of how our lives would be, how would we tell our parents. I could not sleep by the emotions. The next day, by the afternoon, he calls me and tells me we go to the hotel to talk more quietly about this conversation. I was surprised that he chose that place, but he did not last. I grew up and went.
As soon as I went, I did not even embrace me, nor did I express my emotional minimum, but he told me directly 'Sit down and tell me the truth. With whom do you have this child? ' I got tired and my tears flowed to me. I was shocked by that question and could not reply. She takes me by the arm and shouts out to me repeating the question.
I told him that I never gave cause to doubt me, rather I had expressed my love every day.
She was overly revolted and wandered through the room repeating the question. But what should I say? The heart at that moment knows how she has endured.
Seeing he did not get a reply from me and started shooting me, he took me by the hair, plagged me on the ground and just hit me. In those moments, I only prayed that the angel survived the kicks of that cruel animal. He beat me all afternoon and all night. I do not know where I found strength to get up.
At a moment when I was asleep, I find the opportunity and slowly go away. After a few steps, I felt a terrible stomach on the abdomen that crossed me. Because I was in a country away from town, I went out on the road in hopes of going to a car to take me. It just happened.
A young man came back from a carnival and took me to the hospital where I got the first aid and the news that the baby had no heartbeat. Two strokes in one day. How did this heart endure? I said that women are strong as beings.
Put him away good by doing it and denouncing what he did, where the maximum took a week's punishment.
The boy who saved me today is the father of my angel, my prince. We are married and there is no day for me to express my love "- written by an anonymous girl for Anabel on the topic" Moment when I learned that I was pregnant. "
