(Charisma News)

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."

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