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I have been without a job for almost three years. I have a wonderful man that cares for me (and I am not even a good house-husband). I can't get grants for school because HE makes too much money. I can't assistance because HE makes too much money. What does his income have to do with it? I live in the same house as he does and don't pay rent, so I am not eligible for those programs. That doesn't sound too discriminatory until you consider I have no rights over the house, the cars, or anything else.

Two years ago, our furnace blew up in his face. He had 3rd and 2nd degree burns. We had just moved to this shitty town. I called 911 and they sent an ambulance. It was snowing. They took him to the hospital, but I couldn't go with him because I was not a "relative!" I almost got into a fist-fight with the EMT because he wouldn't tell me what was going on.

I get to the hospital, after calling my parents and his, and tell them (hospital administration) I am there to see him. Thankfully, the nurse (I LOVE NURSES) let me in to see him. I, of course, had all his information and insurance. They treat him in the ER and say that he is going to have scarring and needs to be admitted to a room. I have to get his parents on the phone to agree (BTW...they still haven't figured it out even though we have been together for four years).

They take him to a room. He is now passed out because of the morphine. In comes the doctor, who tries to rouse him. My sweetie rolls his head in the direction of the doctor. The doctor then proceeds to tell him what he needs to do, including complicated dressing and cleaning of the wound. I stop the doctor and explain that I will be taking care of him and he needs to address me. The doctor asks if I am family and I tell him that I am my sweetie's partner. The doctor snorts, and goes back to talking to "T" (my sweetie). Finally, I say: "Look, you stupid prick, I will be the one caring for him! I will be the one dressing the wounds! You need to TELL ME what to do! He is drugged out and wouldn't be able to pick you out of a line-up....So fucking tell me what to do!" He looked at me with big eyes. I told him..."are you scared of me? You should be!"

His response was: "Well, the patient has been briefed. I will be back to check on him. If you are not a relative, you will have to leave."

I asked him; "are you going to be the one to remove me? Because I am guessing my little faggot ass will toss you out that fucking window before you get me to leave this room! You can call security, and I will call the AMA and have your fucking license revoked! I am a Jew, motherfucker, you know my kind...we are either doctors or lawyers...guess which branch I am!?" Of course, I am neither a lawyer or doctor (although, I have both in my family). He just left. I didn't see him again. I got all my updates from the nurses, who had been briefed about me.

BTW..."T" has no scars...according to the surgeon who examined him, it was miraculous. Of course, the surgeon had no idea that "T" was partnered with a witch, who did things to prevent scarring and expedite healing...but that is another thread and forum (the power of love is incredible).

Zoom to the the recent past...I had to get insurance because my policy was canceled (didn't work for the university anymore and COBRA was at the end). I couldn't get coverage by my partner's firm. That has changed, but doesn't go into effect until January, and has cost us over $1200 this past year (and I can't even use it in this town). Although I will soon get coverage, it is limited.

So, should we have the same rights? HELL YES!

on edit: we don't want kids! But, like abortion, it is (and should be) our choice!!!!