church nonsense, life

My Mother the Whore

I mentioned that I might skip church this week, maybe even skip the entire summer.  I need a break from the misogynistic nonsense.  In response my darling offspring attempted to dissuade me with, “The church is a whore, but she’s my mother”.

But here’s the thing:  If my mother were a whore, I wouldn’t visit her once a week.  I’d probably only see her on the obligatory holidays – like Christmas.  And Easter.

It’s time to start expecting more from mom.

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