Mrs. Pelosi, I am speaking to you woman to woman. I don’t care about our political parties or our individual beliefs right now. I’m simply speaking to you as a woman in the year 2020.
You don’t know me, so to be fair I’ll give you a bit of background. I am my children’s teacher. I educate their young minds every single day. I do so willingly and with a sense of responsibility unlike any other. I have been sexually assaulted twice in my life. When I was 14, a man stalked my every move for months and then broke in through my bedroom window at 3:00 a.m. When I was in my early twenties, I was assaulted by a different man while I was working at an apartment community. I’ve been ruthlessly bullied by a girl in high school who I later learned has legitimate mental health issues. I’ve had multiple doctors strongly urge me to abort my baby because there was less than a 1% chance of her surviving the next 28 weeks of the pregnancy. She’s 15 years old and smart as a whip. I’m a woman who cares about other women. I care.
Last night, President Trump gave the State of the Union address. You fidgeted in your seat more than my kids did in church when they were toddlers. You made smug, condescending faces and you used hand motions and little head shakes to tell “your people” when and when not to clap, when to stand, basically how to act during during the entire speech. Continue reading