ripped out

I am about to be ripped out of this place.

Obviously this pertains to the abortions,

I saw 3 places like this in my life where I got comfortable when I ought not to have and this is one of them. The others were my college boyfriend’s family’s place in Manhattan and the other was my post-college boyfriends place outside Cambridge,MA.

This one–the last–is for Arthur Robyn, the baby I lost at 13.

It impacted me in such a huge way through being blocked, and becoming a pariah.

I had to come back here to pick up the trail.

About the state hospital here in the 80’s

“alBERto” and “JUDY”–how I interfered with their relationship: “a beautiful baby for you for me ” he said. I said that’s impossible. He said “anything possible.” “BERnard” and “JUDith” obviously. It’s just like that in the City of Reading and the area generally. With names and faces coinciding.

The whole hospital at Wernersville was furious with me.

Then, they were there at the hospital in Oceanside, CA–Alberto and Judy–a number of years later, when I was on my belly in 4 point restraints, off the meds for the baby. 4 months pregnant.

After that, I didn’t see them again.

God cares about an aborted kid.

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