I Was Abused By My Husband, Then Incarcerated. I’m Still Standing
I stared at myself in the mirror. My makeup was darker than it should have been. My dark pink tank top, long enough to cover the yellowing marks of each kick on my back, stomach, ribs. Staring at myself in the mirror something shifted…I was going to be a mother now. My baby had to have a better life. I had to get rid of Ken. 

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