A Conversation with my Wife (Phil Robertson)

“You know we have to be more careful now.” I stated hesitantly.

“What do you mean? We hardly go out, and when we do, we barley hold hands.” She said confused and slightly concerned.

“I know but with this Duck Dynasty, shit, all the bigots are going to feel justified. They feel like they have a star on their side. All the bigots are going to feel empowered. We already have to worry about hate crimes and I am very concerned that this could escalate quickly.”

“So we are making headway in so many states but this could have been a huge step backwards?” She said exasperated.

“Yes… A&E has taken a back seat in the fight, and backed down from their original statement. Phil Robertson is not just getting away with it… He won this fight, but we can’t stop. We must continue fighting for our rights. By God someday I will be able to walk hand in hand with you at the grocery store. I am so freaking sick of the hatred and bullshit. I just want to have a normal life and not live in fear.” I said beginning to rant.

“I know baby but we have each other and for now that is all that matters.” she said looking sadly into my eyes.

I kissed her gently, wrapped her into my arms, and listened to her breathe as she fell asleep. However, sleep was evasive and when I finally dosed off my fears turned into nightmares once again.