I never put too much thought into it all. I figured it was just more of my parents backwoods mumbo jumbo. I was a 21st century man. I wasn't about to buy into to any of it. But five years ago I fell in love. And I fell hard. Perhaps with the wrong girl, because she had a problem with commitment (and I knew she did). I was devastated when I found out she was pregnant with another guy's baby. We broke up and I told her in a moment of anguish and anger that she'd never have another man's child so long as she lived because of the pain she caused me.
Now my mother always warned me to watch my tongue. That there was great power in our words simply because of who our family were. I should have listened.
My ex miscarried that first baby, and in the years since a second child was delivered dead. Strangled by its own umbilical cord less than two weeks before it's delivery date. At the start of this year (2012) she became pregnant for the third time. Again, she lost the child early on. This time she contacted me and begged me to remove whatever thing I had placed on her. She can't take the losses anymore.
I never intended this. I never meant to take innocent life just because she hurt me.


