Karen had been thinking about padlocking doors during school hours to prevent access to distractions.
Marty, Karen's husband, objected, "That's extreme. What will company think when they see the locks?"
On her way to her parents' house, for a mother's mental health break, Karen kissed Marty goodbye, saying, "If you find a better solution—that works—I'll try it."
Almost giddy at having a few days to herself, Karen remembered life BK, before kids. She rarely felt dumpy, dirty, or disheartened. She'd had colleagues, intelligent conversations, projects to manage, and nicer clothes. Marty actively listened to what she had to say.
As a girl, Karen wanted four children; two boys and two girls. She recorded their names in her diary. The realities of motherhood didn't match Karen's day-dreamy expectations. Once out of diapers, little people, with their own ideas about world order, rarely agree with their mother. Karen detested conflict. Sometimes she fantasized about a place she could return her offspring for a full refund, no questions asked.
Marty, bless his heart, did his best to support Karen. Even after long days at work, he sometimes brought home take-out food, handled bath and bedtime routines, and watched the kids so she could, occasionally, escape.
Seeing padlocks installed when she returned made Karen grin.
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Life Rights, a Fertility Fable
ChickLitPregnancy termination is no more. Life rights for both mothers and their unborn children are preserved--with enforced help.
