Ask any barren woman and she will tell you that suddenly the single most important thing in her life – whether she knew it or not, up until that point – was suddenly, inexplicably ripped away from her, leaving a gaping hole in her very soul. As if the promise of a child, residing within her unseen like a fetus itself, miscarried and left her empty. Stricken. Hopeless.
Ask any barren woman, and she will tell you she feels like a failure. The deep, ingrained purpose of every woman: denied.
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