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I spent last night at the hospital because I nearly fainted in the kitchen and did pass out at the hospital. They gave me an IV and pumped me full of fluids and more to try to stabilize me so they could send me home. I've lost another kilo overnight. My white blood cell count is sky-high and I've overheard the staff say the c-word and the d-word. I go back in less than an hour for more tests, and I'm taking our youngest with me.

Since kicking out my husband from my home, I've discovered a lot about him I didn't know. He has been telling everyone else one story, and me another, such as how the car is my responsibility, and yet he says he's going to give me the car payment. By saying a completely different thing to everyone else, I am being made to look like the bad guy and more.

He chose this. I had done as he had commanded and left the group he called a "cult" even before I kicked him out. I was the one trying to reform our marriage, he was not interested.

Before you say that I deserve the karma for all this, there are at least four sides to the story, and I've barely begun mine. His side, my side, the kids' side, and the truth.

Someone suggested DNA tests before child support. That's a great idea, except the law here is different, and is aimed at making sure the children are supported.