I hate how you can tell me abortion is murder, expect me to buy into your argument, but when I tell you that factory farming is not only murder, but also torture, you get offended. Not only could Bessy, who used to be a lot more than a hamburger, feel pain and remember it, but she had actually been born. You'll never convince me a fetus is alive, and I really wish you would stop trying . . . especially when we've been drinking. You only make me feel attacked, and sometimes it makes me wonder why we're even friends. You don't understand my point of view, and I don't understand yours. I've tried explaining my feelings to you, on more than just the abortion topic, but you just can't seem to grasp it.
*Not her real name