Your impending period is really of no consequence to me if it means I am going to suffer my beliefs by indulging your irrational need for chocolate. I simply offered you an olive branch which you seem to be declining. The profferation of said token of peace was out of a respect for you, but it seems you are going to make it political rather than owning up to a responsibility to equivalently reign your own people in to the same standard you have demanded of me.
I will not, however, take this as an end to any truce. I am going to patiently wait for you to truly breach this particular diplomatic accord. When you do, irrevocably and probably shamelessly, I will seize on the opportunity to lay your representative actions at the feet of ALL pro-lifers, both present and future. Here is the catch: I am easy to make peace with, but I am also ruthless when that trust is breached. I am in a position, backed by a united front and an air tight logic, to make demands. Demands I was not previously inclined to make, but you are backing out on a personal agreement and, further, calling me impotent to enforce my expectations.
As a married woman, you should know that implying impotence of any type is an affront to the sensibilities of the male in question. You will rue the day that you let your emotions override your sanity and question my effectiveness in promoting my point.
I am sorry that the blame falls on you, but you truly are the one who spoke out of turn...and with absolutely no philosophical, legal, or scientific backing. I truly believed you to be one to watch your steps more closely. However, your lapse in judgment has become my camp's opportunity.
No hard feelings in the future, ok?