All this time, I wanted to believe that you valued me. But you didn’t. You didn’t. How could you? I mean, who values the mat you step on to get inside the door?? It’s rare to even notice the mat, let alone dwell on its worth to you.
Until it’s suddenly gone on a rainy day.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Dear Mr. Church
Sometimes I have felt as a gay Mormon that my relationship with the Church has been like a person in an abusive relationship. This post written by another blogger captures this experience. Quote: