I wanted to confront them, but I decided to see how far they would continue with the deception.
"I am pretty sure you have an ectopic pregnancy,” the doctor said to me after the empty ultrasound.
Even though I wanted nothing to do with him, my parents demanded he still be a part of our lives.
It might seem cool that I'm weirdly flexible, but I'm in pain all the time.
As much as I wanted to give her a ride to the hospital, everything I've been taught about being a woman and keeping safe in the city told me I shouldn't.
She feared the news would aggravate my anxiety and depression and affect my performance at work.