I ended up being rushed to the hospital by ambulance.I was already four months pregnant, too far along for the abortion pills to work. After that intense confrontation with Philip, I started bleeding heavily.The moment the paramedics wheeled me into the ER, I passed right by Philip, who was rushing in with Vivian in his arms.His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the countless scars covering his arms.For a moment, I couldn't help thinking about the past.When my postpartum depression was at its worst, Philip had inflicted far more wounds on himself than I ever did, just to force me to stop hurting myself. Back then, his love had been even crazier than mine.Later, he cheated on me seven times. I hurt myself, fell apart, and tried every way I could think of to make him stay. But every time, he'd find an even more extreme way to hurt himself just to make me back down.We were both equally extreme, always willing to hurt ourselves just to force the other to give in.We were two
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