Donna called me today to apologize about the phone call on Saturday. There's been a lot of tension between us since then and I was good to hear her be honest in her apology. During the conversation she talked about her work in therapy to find her "authentic self". I was glad to hear they were working on that as it was that path through recovery that led me fully out of Mormonism for good.
Once I had observed myself objectively and allowed myself to question who I was and what I felt, I recognized that my faith was founded on nothing more than tradition. I observed that I didn't believe in Mormonism. That observation made my exit pretty swift.
About an hour after we talked I sent her a text message:
Do you think that your authentic self might want to enjoy a cold beer on the front porch sometime?
Her:
Probably not. beside somethings, I can't stand the smell. I can imagine what it tastes like.
Me:
You never know.
Her:
Right.
Me:
Well. It's something to consider.
Her:
Yes, you never know.
Me:
Yep. You used to like chicken more than steak.
I can't be sure if she's just being amiable to avoid to normal conflict this would have caused or if she is really examining, within herself, the concept of alcohol. Either way, at least she didn't kill me over it.
Filed under - Beer | Donna
Home | About | Fresh Fiddley | iBlog | Buy Swag | Archive | Search | Contact | Blogroll | BLOW | Mobile | Login/Register
