All I wanted was one small moment to feel like myself again before my baby arrived. Instead, I got shamed, humiliated, and left aching on a boutique floor until a stranger stepped forward and reminded me that kindness is still out there. My name is Mane. I’m 37 years old, nine months pregnant, and completely by myself. I never pictured my life turning out this way. Just one year ago everything seemed to be finally clicking into place. I had a stable nursing job at a busy Denver hospital, a little sun-filled apartment with warm wooden floors, and a man I truly believed cared for me….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
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