From The Time I Was Little I Always Wanted Lots Of Children

I was a recent graduate in 2016 when Trump won. There was more at stake than the President. As a deep blue Democrat, social worker, I was deeply disappointed. But in addition, I had a bet with my high school boyfriend, if Trump won he won and I would marry him. The darkest day of my life, I wore black, shuddered through the wedding vows, so much so the judge asked me if I was there of my free volition.

His victory dance was taking me in the bedroom. It's not that I was a virgin, I wasn't mentally but I was sexually inexperienced, it was losing my independence. I knew that I was being made pregnant. I woke up as the owner of the kitchen and the vacuum cleaner, he owned the house and me in it. It's not giving up hope, it was giving up my delusions. I have not cheated, not once, I've honored my vows.

Now, I have to give him another baby, another election bet. This will be number five. I agreed, frankly deluded that it wouldn't be necessary. But the man keeps winning. I'll wake up one day with six children, my secret goal, a half dozen.