“”As you pick up your stones to throw, did you watch the girls being interviewed last night on Megan Kelly?””
I did watch both Megan Kelly interviews and was very disappointed in the one last night. Megan started talking before either of the girls had finished answering her last questions. It was like watching Sean Hannity. I did not hear some of the girls words at all as one of the girls was talking over the other one or Megan was talking. I got the feeling both nights that several interviews were taking place at once - each participant on a different subject.
I heard a partial answer to “how did you feel when the news came out” or whatever. Jill said, “I called ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ and I was devastated”. Someone was talking and I don’t know if it was Megan or the sister. I tend to think it was the sister. That’s when she started crying. It was played at least three more times both on Megan’s show and on Hannity’s and each time it was the same and I don’t know WHO she called. Was it her husband, her mother, her father??? Could you hear it?
No stones will ever be thrown at that family or any other by me. As I said last night, what family doesn’t have skeletons in their closet? I don’t believe there were any more attacks on the family after I posted that. Whether a family has a closet full of skeletons or not, you do not condemn a family going through such a traumatic time. I have been having the same conversation with my own daughter to the point it’s verboten to bring it up again. I don’t want to hear it. She’s always said, “I don’t watch that show” only to pipe up with criticism over this. Not having it.
How about the other one we learned in school - “Walk a mile in my (or someone else’s) shoes?” People have tossed that one out, I guess.
My best friend in high school was at the time the oldest of 12. Her mother gave birth to five more. The doc then removed her uterus. Docs did things like that back then without asking. I’m betting Mrs. C didn’t have sex with Mr. C after that. Anyway, what a great family. But, it was a bit more than the two grownups could supervise. Mr. C had a full time job. Mrs. C at the time I knew the family, relied on her oldest daughters, my friend and her two sisters. But the birth order was girl, boy, boy, girl girl. So I’m pretty sure that the first five or six were not as well cared for in a lot of ways. When my friend was at school, there would have been at least four at home with only mom. A bit crazy. But there was such love. I would have lived over there except for the having to sleep in one bed with three other girls.