On Sunday, October 20th, 2002 Chuck and I went to a park in Indiana. We strolled down a hiking trail as the leaves were falling. Chuck was unusually quiet as I chattered on. Normally, I am content to hike quietly but not on that day. I come from a family of talkers. The quiet disturbs us greatly. I knew it as well as Chuck knew that at some point on that hike he was going to pull out a big fat ring box and ask me to marry him.
After our hike, we were happy to share our news with everyone and never with a thought that in this country some people do not share that same right as we do. This is what has me so mad today that I am steaming. Why is that our country has limitations on who can marry whom? Why should the government decide who I can fall in love with and marry? Don't even bother to bring up religion here. Our government should not base any laws on any religion. Our country was created by people who wanted freedom. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that anyone can govern my right to marry.
Wandering off now to stew and plant more veggies until this nauseating feeling subsides. Maybe one day this country will grant that all people regardless of sexual orientation can enjoy marriage. They too should be able to have health care for their spouses, visit them in the hospital as next of kin and make difficult decisions if need be and stand up before all of their friends and declare their love for one another legally and without fear. Maybe if the U.S would step forward and say that enough is enough.then all of the hate would begin to fade. Equal rights for everyone!!
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