“You think I am happy?” she asks, her panting signalling that her baby is getting more difficult to carry by the minute.
“Sometimes I feel as if I am a stepmother, I don’t feel like my children’s mother and it is not just him but they make me feel that way too.
“But you see this one,” she points to her swollen tummy in an almost aggressive manner, “I am not making the same mistake I will bring him up to love the Lord and to love me and do what is right.”
I sit almost in stunned silence as Susan (not her real name) continues to speak rapidly. I am missing some of her words as I try to comprehend what she is saying. You see on the outside Susan appears to have what many refer to as the “perfect life” with the “perfect family.” She is married to a ‘drop dead gorgeous’ man with a good job and she herself has a good job. They have been married for a number of years and have two beautiful children and are expecting their third.
