Fans are showing an outpouring of support for Ivan Provorov, the Philadelphia Flyers defensemen who has been under a barrage of media attacks after he abstained from wearing a Pride Night themed warmup jersey due to his religious beIiefs earlier this week.
After news came out that he did not participate in wearing the LGBTQ+ rainbow themed attire, the press immediately swarmed him post-game to obtain the reasons as to why.
I respect everyone, said Provorov, I respect everybody’s choices. My choice is to stay to true to myseIf and my religion.
Ivan Provorov is a Christian and member of the Russian Orthodox Church, which holds a traditional stance on the topics of gender and sexuaIity.
The story continued to gain traction when head coach John Tortorella later defended Provorov’s choice to stand by his faith.
My Husband Demanded a Sixth Child or Threatened Divorce – After My Lesson, He Begged for Forgiveness on His Knees
When my husband gave me a scary ultimatum, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. The lesson I taught him showed him how unreasonable he was being when we already had so much to be grateful for. His ultimatum ended with him begging ME for mercy!
I never thought I’d be in this position, but here I am, standing at a crossroads. I was pushed to take drastic measures when my spouse pushed me into a corner with one demand. But that demand was enough to get me to act.
My husband, Danny, has always been a devoted father and a successful businessman. He’s provided well for our family and spends lots of time at the office. This has given me the freedom to be a stay-at-home mother and raise the five beautiful daughters we already share.
But lately, his dreams of having a son “to carry on the family name” have turned into demands. And those demands have morphed into threats!
“Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he said one night after dinner. His tone was serious, almost cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. You want me to keep having babies until we get a son?” I replied, feeling the tension rise.
“But aren’t children a blessing to you? Is it really that hard?” His words stung. We’ve had this argument many times before, but this time it felt different. It felt like an ultimatum. We continued going round in circles with neither of us willing to relent on their choices.
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