My Family Killed Me And My Unborn Baby Over A Goldfish. Now, It's Their Turn.
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The ten-month-old goldfish died. That’s all it took. Suddenly, my husband and mother-in-law were demanding I get an abortion. My due date was just seven days away. I rushed to my parents, desperate for comfort. But my mom, who had always doted on me, grabbed my arm, her voice sharp with fury. "Why didn't you listen? Why come back? Do you want to kill us all?!" My dad went even further. He snatched a fruit knife from the kitchen and wildly stabbed my belly. That was it. My baby and I died together. Then I opened my eyes again. I was back on the day the goldfish died. 1 "Evelyn,…