Early on, rejection led me to deny who I was. Because I saw women as victims, the last thing I wanted to be was a girl.
It started out like any other Sunday morning. Mom was in the kitchen finishing her breakfast before heading off to the golf course.
I stopped to chat with her briefly before going to church. Only this time our conversation turned sour.
"What do you want from me?" my mom asked abruptly.
Without thinking I shot back, "I want a mom!"
"I don't want to be a mom," she said curtly. "I didn't plan to have you. I didn't plan to have any of my kids."