Well, Happy New Year. I welcomed the new year assuring my dog that it was okay and sitting with him until the fireworks subsided, around 430am. No kiss, no toast...just me and my ride or die, my dog.
I woke to a message from a friend. She was distressed about a family dynamic and needed to vent. We shared a conversation that made me think and I decided it was time. First, let me assure you, reading this will surely bring laughter, madness and if you are an empath, as I am, maybe even tears. I wrote something today that I feel compelled to share.
"And sweetie, molestation is rape. I hate that word, molestation. It's a cop out word for people to be able to digest the truth. Anytime you touch someone who doesn't want to be touched for sexual gratification, it's rape. Plain and simple. Death penalty should be applied and carried out quickly and not swiftly."
If that statement offends you, please....do not read any further....there is nothing you can or will get from reading my story.
