I Believe Her.

I've never claimed to be the smartest person in the world.  I don't know how many electoral votes my state gets (55, I just looked it up), where all the countries of Africa are located (yep, googled this too) or what exactly bologna is made of (don't even want to know).  But there is one thing that I do know without a doubt: I believe her.

Yes, I'm referring to Christine Blasey Ford, of course, but she isn't the only woman I'm thinking of when i say that. 

I believe the teen that said she was scared because a guy cussed her out after she declined his advances.  I believe the woman that woke up the next morning and couldn't figure out what the hell happened but she knew that her body wasn't the same.  I believe the little girl that said she was pulled into a closet at school and touched all over by her teacher.  I believe the woman that never uttered a peep until 41 years later when she broke down in tears as memories of abuse from her childhood bubbled up and spilled over into her "regular" life.  I believe the tween who was excessively hugged and stared down by her uncle because she dared to have hips, ass and boobs at the age of 12. I believe myself, abused by a cousin whose mom and dad (my aunt and uncle) made it seem as if "boys will be boys" was an ok thing to imply and offer up as a weak ass un-apology.  

I'm writing this because I want to make it clear where I stand in case there was ever any question.  I.  Believe.  Her.  That is one thing I know for sure if I don't know anything else.  




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