If your God is making you alienate the people you love over stuff that’s not hurting them or anyone else in any measurable way… it’s time to find a new God.
My parents were good, actually
I feel conflicted about writing this post. On the one hand, no one wants to hear about how my parents were (and are) okay. First, because “okay” is boring. Second, insert quote from miserable Russian about how interesting happy families are here. It’s probably something I should email them directly instead. But that’s way too intimate.
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