My Husband Killed His Own Son Thinking It Was Mine
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The New Year's Day family gathering. The kids convinced my son to wear the bulky Red Pony costume. They rode him, kicked and beat him, and finally buried him alive in a snowdrift. I went hysterical, screaming for someone to call the police, only to have my relatives accuse me of harming my own child. My husband stood right there, trying to talk me down. "Just sign the waiver, Amy. It was an accident. We can't let the kids face charges and ruin their futures." After they successfully framed me, I broke. I remember walking into traffic and the sudden, blinding impact. The next time I…