When my father came to visit me in San Diego, he took one look at me and knew something was wrong.
I was heavily pregnant, and for months my husband, Ivan, and his mother, Penny, had carefully controlled almost every part of my life. They told friends and neighbors I suffered from severe panic attacks and confusion caused by pregnancy. They canceled my medical appointments, limited my contact with others, and constantly reminded me that no one would believe the words of an unstable expectant mother…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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