god's a bitch
december 22 @ 8:35 am
I was awoken by my dad this morning. He gently shook me and said, "There's confession this morning at 8:30, so get up." I was at loss for words. He had hit my soft spot; my secret that I no longer belive in "God". I had to come up with something. I used the excuse that I was tired. "Too bad, get up." He wasn't angry at this point. I said that my head hurt. "Well, take some Motrin. Come on, get up." I finally realized he wasn't going down without a fight, so I had to straight out say no. He threw my covers off of me. "Come on. Hurry up and get dressed." His anger was inclining but not muderous. Still, I lay in bed. "Get up!" He hit my back and threw my sheets off. "No dad I.." I said. I was a little scared, but I knew he would give up eventually. "Fine then! You wanna be like a pig then..get up and clean this room and go out and do some more shoveling!" He grabbed my shoulder and threw me off the bed. I wait for him to leave, and shut my door and get my glasses. Surprisingly, I was not upset. I didn't feel like I failed anyone.
He just left with Hannah. I don't know how long it's going to take. I don't want them back for awhile, because dad will still be mad. I think he took it as me just being lazy, not me being a non-believer.
I suppose I should explain my beliefs. They are very complicated. I'll put up a page explaining why I am now Athiest. I also want to get up a "101 things about me" page and a page to put up all my quiz results. COMiNG SOON: EXTRAS I think I'll keep my rings seperate, though.
*Sigh* My dad can kiss my infected foot.
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