Ladies, I know I’ve come here and said shit like, “turn off your period trackers”, and “get that Fitbit off of you before it tells a story”, and I’ll have you know I’m not here to walk a bit of it back.
A Texas man has filed suit against his ex who went to Colorado for an abortion. Yep. This is happening. However, that’s not what I’m here to bitch about tonight.
All over the news today, the fight in Missouri to allow pregnant women divorces. Some antiquated ass laws and even more antiquated ass judges apparently haven’t heard of domestic violence, so of course pregnant women should be forced to just sit tight until they’re no longer in the family way.
Know, though, many states have laws that are open to interpretation like this, and others have mandatory waiting periods for everyone. Domestic violence cases aren’t typically ever given a pass on this, either.
And that, my Bitchfaces, is why we have the underground.
If a woman is pregnant, and she is looking to leave her husband, seriously, how fucking bad must it be? It’s not like you have pregnant women out here making a killing on OnlyFans, or really yukking it up at the All-Nite Pregnant Bitch Rave clubs. Get the fuck out of here.
These women are desperate. To the point of leaving with a baby, not even born yet, and starting over with nothing. And don’t doubt it, because I had one 8 months pregnant with her jaw wired shut last year who I sat in the ER with.
However, I digress. This is my point. I don’t care how bright the sun shines now, you prepare for a storm. All of the time. I’ll take this opportunity to remind you that every woman needs a go bag. Copies of your documents, some cash, a change of clothes, spare keys. That’s enough to get to another life.
Ask me how I know.
I’m sure nobody believes they’ll be cleaning their own blood off of the kitchen tile, but guess the fuck what. Sometimes that’s exactly what you end up doing. More than once.
If you’re pregnant, for the love of Mary, please do not go into it blindly. Prepare yourself for any circumstance, including one that requires you to leave. That’s not me trying to steal your joy of motherhood, that’s me trying to keep you from becoming a statistic. 3 of us a day, that’s how many are dead at the hands of our partners. Then 3 more tomorrow, 3 more on Sunday.
If you’re in a scenario that isn’t getting any better, reach out. Let’s find another way. One that doesn’t end with me wishing I had found the right words to make you leave.
The rest of you, shut the damned trackers down, and yesterday. I know I’ve said I hate fucking repeating myself.
Laborious ass shit around here. Jesus.
-Q
If you need me, I’m a push of a button away.
I thank God for you, and all the other women out there like you, who put it on the line to rescue others. I don't know how I can help, but I'd like to. Let me know.
Hey my Queen, I guess you know they just passed a Law here in Florida that bans abortions after 6 weeks, right? This fucking Napolean wannabe of a governor has lost his mind. Jesus Christ on a cracker, wtf DeSatan...wtf indeed!