MJ is a private person.
Actually, private is an understatement. She’s very, very averse to people knowing her business. She doesn’t have a website, her name doesn’t pop up on Google and that’s the way she likes it. Well, I guess I should say she was like that up until we got together. Because, as you all know by now, I’m pretty much an open book. I’m gregarious and social by nature. I’ll tell a complete stranger my life story five minutes after meeting him.
But MJ, not so much. That’s why I was amazed when she agreed to let me chronicle our lives with little to no restrictions two years ago. And today I’m equally stunned. Why you ask?
Because MJ asked to write for the blog.
Please know that it takes a lot of guts for someone intensely private to put herself out there, especially under these circumstances. But with the protester video exploding all over the Internet, she felt it was an important time to speak up. And I’ve never been so proud of her.
I present to you my (much) better half.
Yesterday was the second worst day of my life.
The first was when I heard the radiologist tell us that there was a major birth defect with the baby. I have always lived my life believing everyone is entitled to their opinion. Our country was founded on freedom and I have always taken pride in my ability to speak my mind and voice my opinion. I also take special pride in my freedom, because I know how quickly it can be taken from us. Hearing the stories from my two best friends who have fought for our freedom, I will be forever grateful for them and the millions of other men and women who have given me that freedom.
Back to yesterday, there was nothing worse in the world as the protesters telling me that I am killing my unborn baby. REALLY?!?! Are you sure its me killing my unborn baby and not an ultra rare birth defect?? Then the signs saying “God is Pro-Life.” Seriously, if he is pro life then why am I carrying a child that is dying inside me? Or my personal favorite, which was “Take my hand, not my life.” I would love to. But instead I have to sit in a chair staring at these assholes telling me how I should feel and what I should be thinking.
As I looked around I saw many women with their sisters, friends and boyfriends with the same look as I had: FEAR! We all were there for one reason or another but we were all taunted by these strangers who think they know what is best for us. How do perfect strangers know how we feel? As I entered the building I never had such hatred for those people. I wanted to go across the street and tell the ones who just yelled to me that I was killing my unborn child that it was the other way around. The baby was killing me.
Regardless, they have no idea what is going on. But as far as they are concerned I was killing an unwanted pregnancy.
As I looked around the waiting room the only thing I wanted to do was to go over and tell each one of those women that those assholes outside have no idea what they are going through and have no idea that these people are good people. As I woke up, the women who were upstairs are now next to me and I realized that these women are educated. There was a nurse, an executive, and myself a manager.
We were all there for a different reason but no one knows what the reason is. So who is to judge? The people who were yelling at me and the other women definitely have no right to judge us.
As I walked in and they yelled at me and made me feel ashamed I wanted to run and never come back. But I can’t run I have to be here. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of but they made me feel that way. It got me to thinking that if I feel like that how do the other women feel? How many young women have they scared off from getting help from birth control to counseling about their reproductive health? I wanted to help all the women who were scared off by the judgmental idiots carrying signs. Even if it was just one woman.
As I kissed Aaron goodbye I could not stop thinking about all the women who never went to get help because they were scared of these assholes. I vowed that when I wake up, I’m giving these assholes a piece of my mind and hopefully give someone the ability to get the help they need without being screamed at.
I have always believed that out of bad comes good. As we were leaving yesterday I looked around and realized all the protesters were gone and a marked cop car was parked in front of the building. As we turned to go home I asked Aaron, “What did you do?” He looks at me and says with a straight face “I didn’t get arrested!”
As we drove home, Aaron told me what had happened and how he went over there and had a talk with them. I was overcome with pride that he was able to single-handedly have the cops called on him by the protesters and that the protesters had to clear out. As I settled in for the hour ride home I finally felt a sense of peace, because we were able to give someone the opportunity to get help, make an informed decision about their body and future without being taunted or bullied by the people who have no idea what was going on!
Aaron doesn’t think he did anything heroic. I know better.