Well, as Popeye would say............

'I've done stood all I can; I can't stands no more!'

How long will this ridiculous debate go on? I'm flabbergasted by all of these men having the god damn nerve to think that something women have wisely navigated, their own bodies and the purpose and usage thereof, should suddenly be up for grabs!

Ever since there has been reliable,safe birth control we have ceased to be slaves to our biology; we've controlled, planned if or when we will reproduce. What a concept!

When I was very young, long before I was married, I decided I would have two children and no more; that was not an option my mother had and she had four two being 'accidents'. My grandmothers had it far worse, each having eight; not counting 'miscarriages.'

As a matter of fact my paternal grandmother was advised by her doctor to have no more after about the 5th child and recommended a hysterectomy to make sure she could not get pregnant again; sounds draconian to us today but at that time a viable, life saving choice. Oh, but wait, she had no choice; her husband's consent was required and he said no. That bastard had to die before she got any peace.

That's the way it was and that is where these women hating Neanderthals long to return. Can there be any doubt? It's maddening!

Well, I had my two children and eventually divorced their father; and, I did not become a nun. I continued using birth control and actually never remarried due to my, self imposed, two child limit. I could not blame a young man for wanting his own child; however, I refused to even consider having more children. That was the choice I made and to this day I do not regret it.

My son died almost six years ago and is never far from my thoughts; his sister,like he, turned out to be a decent human being; reared by a single mom. Because they always knew they took center stage in my life, we in a way grew up together, we always had mutual respect and love for each other.

So, this is my story; just one out of millions. All along the way I knew what my choices were.

My life, my body, my choice. What could be simpler?