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I’m going to begin with a story about my day at work. Then I’m going to add what I’ve been writing and haven’t had time to finish. I want you all to have an update of what is going on with me and mine. I always share honestly, so you know that I’m human. That I have a life that is consistently disruptive, and yet keep a certain level of inner peace at all times.
The first person I spoke to this morning was mean and nasty. She left and drove back ten minutes later to tell me how awful it was I was advocating for the murder of babies. Not what I was doing.
I just believe everyone should have bodily autonomy. My miscarriage was labeled an abortion in my records. I DID NOT have an abortion. If this was going on just two years ago I would have lost my pregnancy and my freedom through no fault of my own.
Some time passes by and I approach another member of the community. She screams “You’re an abomination!” and then stomps off into the store. She retreats, comes closer, and tells me she is so sorry that I am doing this. Begins to berate me with her version and perception of morality. Something I used to do a lot and it was always from a space of fear and desperation.
I explain that I had no desire to debate her. She replied, “Well I won’t debate with God.” To which I asserted, “I don’t believe in God.” She proceeds to tell me that is my whole problem. So I…
