I came across your story from a friend's LJ. But I have no words for you. But would like to give you something to brighten you day. This is a pic of my baby. She is now five. Few people know that before she was conceived I worked in a brig and was raped by a former prisoner. That does not help you I know, but the thought is this. I was raped in my room, in my barracks, after I married my husband. This happened when I thought I was safe, in a place that should have been safe for me.
But this little girl right now loves pink, shoes, and shopping. My husband and I want her to be who she wants to be, gay, straight, or bi. Transgender, transexual, or even poly. I want her to be happy and to be lucky to find some one that loves her for her. All of the bigitory in the world compares little to that.
So here is a tear and hug from me, as well as a cute girl to make you laugh.
*hughughug*
But this little girl right now loves pink, shoes, and shopping. My husband and I want her to be who she wants to be, gay, straight, or bi. Transgender, transexual, or even poly. I want her to be happy and to be lucky to find some one that loves her for her. All of the bigitory in the world compares little to that.
So here is a tear and hug from me, as well as a cute girl to make you laugh.