This will be long, I'll try to make it as short as possible though. *Warning* A little graphic about miscarriage.

When I was 21 I worked for a privately owned bank in my area. I was there for a little over a year but now I fucking hate them all.

In June I got married, I used my saved vacation time for my honeymoon and wedding, I was gone a week. I worked a few days after my return, on one of those shifts I was called near the end of my shift and told my great grandma (mom's side) had passed. I was about 11 weeks pregnant at the time and broke down at work. They granted me bereavement leave until her funeral, which was just a few days after she passed.

The day of my grandma's funeral, I began to bleed. I bled for days and went to the ER. One ER visit was the night we buried her, the doctor didn't ask how far along I was, instead just took some blood and did a pelvic exam. After that, he sat next to me and said "it appears that you're miscarrying, don't worry a lot of women do, my sister did. Most women don't even know they are pregnant at this point". If he had bothered to ask, then he would've known I was supposed to be 12 weeks at that point.

The day after, I went into my doctors office for an emergency visit. My OB did a regular ultrasound but found nothing, it was our first ultrasound. She sneaked us into another room and did a transvaginal ultrasound. We were met with an image of an empty sac. Apparently, it stopped growing at 8 weeks and been reabsorbed, my body didn't decide to begin to reject it until 4 weeks later. I left crying, the whole drs office seemed to be staringg. My dr apologized to me, I just wanted to leave so I said "it's okay". Dr pulled me back and chewed me out saying "don't say it's okay, it's not, just let others apologize and you take it".

I still hadn't passed it a few days later, I hit what would've been 13 weeks. That's when the contractions began. I was so scared, I was soaking a huge pad every 15 mins. I called my doctor and was told to take some oxycodone that was prescribed, it didn't work and I felt everything. I took a shower to go to the ER in the next town over. In the shower, when contractions would hit, blood just poured out... It had been going on for 5-7 hours at this point. The week this happened, I took the whole week off from work. I was depressed and struggling, I couldn't have functioned at work. Right after it happened I got a text from a friend and coworker telling me about how this was being handled... I will go into more detail in a bit.

The very next week, my grandpa (dad's dad) passed away. This hit hard too, I was close to him and had already lost so much. The job had to grant me bereavement leave once again.

When I returned to work a few days after burying my grandpa (same week). I also returned to an email on company email from a second friend that worked there, but at a different branch. She forwarded me a mass email detailing my recent events. The email was created by a manager at the other bank branch. This was the 2nd time I had read that email though, as my friend 1 had already texted it to me the day she got it. I had told very few people of my pregnancy, and the manager of the other branch was not one of them... I felt even more betrayed. I also found out that the head manager of the branches in my area was overheard saying "I don't know why she needs a week off, another girl had a miscarriage and returned the next day".

I quit less than a month later because of this and moved away. About a year later friend 1 is fired and denied unemployment. I was asked to be her witness for a review she was having. This review was between the big manager that spoke ill about my time off, my friend, me, and a mediator. The manager lied about my friend and then tried to say she was the one that spread my miscarriage. I spoke up and told what I knew and it silenced my old boss. My friend won her unemployment case.

It sucks because I want the world to know how they treated me in the worst of times but am bound not to, they will sue if I speak out. People think it's such a great bank but the reality is so far from that. It's been 5 years and I'm pregnant again, that's probably why I'm so bothered by this experience again.

Thanks for reading. I feel a little better now letting the experience out.