Wow. God is so good.
Two huge trajectories in my life are coming into play, one seemed to leave me nowhere without a son or a family, Poof, tbe other caught us and held ys safe. One was the Tracey T. Problem, which i have written about before: finally it is all pmayed our, leaving me niwhere. The other is the gestalt of rhe cell phone: to hold it in my hand us to see the culmination of my fathers life work and the purpose of all the suffering. The Tracey T. problem represents the abortions, my fathers downfall: he forced a young wonan, my sons Catholic, Sicillian girlfriend, to have an abortion. She turned to me. They didnt know this. After that people who had had abortions crossed ny path. Tracey T was one of them. With fascination, she told me about a story in the news about a woman who abducted a pregnant woman from the hispital, killed her, and then performed a “crude caesarian” on her with a key and stole the baby.
This is too bad to tell. I dont know what to do. I have been carrying this with me for 30 years. Only now do i see it. She harmed me. It has stayed with me all thus time. I didnt have a friend there to tell tbis to. This is SHAMEFUL i got in trouble there, it shoukd have been her. I left there and abortion was on my tail, i met a man and had two horrible abortions.. they USED me to help her, nobody cared about me. God help me.