I couldn’t understand why God gave me this child, conceived through “marital rape.” My marriage was in a shambles, the pregnancy threatened my health, and I had no idea how I was going to support another child. I was confused and angry. My co-workers and family are pro-choice and encouraged me to get an abortion. For me, that was never an alternative. I was extremely scared about my situation, but I was not angry at this child I was carrying.
I delivered Erika, a beautiful, perfect child and shortly thereafter had to return to work. When she was 10 months old, I was finally forced to quit my job and go on disability due to being in and out of remission from multiple sclerosis. At this time, my husband physically abused me for the last time, and I found one too many love letters from other women in his possession. I found it necessary to file for divorce for the protection of my children and me.