Lately I’ve pondered how my life has gone from being like a bad TV sitcom/reality show to being more like a crime drama meets Sex in the City. I can’t go into details because of course then I’d have to kill you, but it’s mostly the Preacher’s fault. He likes to think of himself as the John Wayne/Andy Griffith type, standing up for justice, the American way and all that good shit. So far it’s done nothing but get him lots of death threats over the years. Well maybe that’s not entirely true. He has done a lot of good things and has helped thousands of people in need over the years. It’s just all a little overwhelming for me sometimes because when he gets really depressed or worried he likes to use me as a confidant and sounding board. Like I’ve said before, men love a woman who will listen to them, and I guess Mom has about had her fill of listening to him over the last 38 years, so that pretty much just leaves me. My sister is just like the Preacher as far as personality and stubbornness is concerned so she’s no help.
I realized last night that I sometimes feel like the only “preacher’s kid” in the family. That’s strange because I have a younger sister and younger brother. It must be because I’m the oldest and being the Preacher’s confidant and girl-Friday can be exhausting. I sometimes find myself wishing they would just move away and get out of the ministry. It’s selfish of me, I know. I’ve always been the one to move/run away, but now that I’m older I feel less inclined to run. I prefer to be lazy and just sit and marinate. I think it’s their turn. God knows I could use a break. (Are you listening God?)
P.S. I’m taking Quidmont’s advice and keeping this short and sweet. So that’s all for now y’all.