God I am over the gossip.
If I've kept my private life private this long, you think people would get the hint.
The day the kids were allowed to tell their friends, the day I told my boss, the same day they were discussing potential fathers at the pub and two days later someone stood up at the local church and asked 200 people to pray for me.
Apparently the gasp that swept through the congregation was like the holy breath of God, blowing everyone before it.
How come they didn't want to pray for me when I was just a sinning aetheist divorcee?
Maybe if they'd done it then I wouldn't be shifting priorities so suddenly now?
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