I never imagined that the joy of getting married would quickly turn into years of pain, shame, and humiliation. From the very first month I moved into my husband’s home, his family began monitoring my womb more than they did my well-being.
At first, it was subtle. My mother-in-law would bring up herbs and ask me strange questions like whether I “felt whole as a woman.” When our first year passed without a pregnancy, the pressure started to build. By year two, the whispers became direct insults.
“She is barren,” one aunt said during a family gathering right in front of me. “That’s why her hips are still like a young girl’s. Nothing is growing in there.” to read more click here
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