"Yes, mom I know. There's something all of you should know about me," I said as I looked at everyone. "I have a son, he's 18 months old. I was abused by a police officer when I was 18. I had just lost my father to leukemia and was coming to terms with being an orphan when he spiked my drink and took advantage of me and later when I got pregnant, he threatened me and refused to take any responsibility," I blurted out everything truthfully, staring at my hands with shame and guilt and waiting for the hatred and judgemental remarks that would surely be showered upon me.

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