iStory - Trauma and Sympathy


Walking out the bloody stall, doubled over in pain and crying. The day I miscarried my baby 25 weeks along at work and my boss found me in the bathroom and took me to the hospital. I didn’t want no one to know but I let my best friend know.

She called me with little sympathy. “You will be fine, women miscarry every day,” she said. “You told me your boyfriend didn’t want kids.