LOSS OF CHILD

I nurtured my son for 9 months in my body. He has my hair, my face, my mind, even some of my gestures.I love him with all of my heart. I ripped my heart out thinking I was doing the right thing for him. I love him... I'm pretty sure I love him more than his adopters do (they no longer deserve the title of mom and dad, due to the abuse he is suffering at their hands), to them he was just a purchase and a very imperfect one at that.I agree with Ruth. You wouldn't pose that question to someone else grieving the loss of a child. I lost my son, not once, but twice, and I will grieve that until the day I die.