I can’t not be annoyed by the preacher-man that just cold refused to discuss the marriage thing. On the one hand, yeah, that’s his right, and I respect that it’s his opinion. On the other hand, the way he handled it pisses me off.
Bendy didn’t just up and decide one day she wanted a divorce. It was a long time coming and she prayed about it a lot. She’s more religious than I am. I believe in Jesus and all that, and that’s pretty much where it stops. She didn’t want to be divorced for the longest time and begged Slick to work on things, and he refused, and it just kept getting worse. Eventually there was just a breaking point. I’m not going to discuss her marriage on the internet because it’s nobody’s business, but they didn’t love each other and it was time to call it quits.
But what really ticked me off was that he asked two questions. First if I was in the area, which is a legitimate question especially considering I stopped going to church there (for a reason, obviously). This guy is new, he wasn’t there when I was, and I don’t even know his name. I’m pretty sure the guy I grew up listening to would do it, or at least not act the way this toad did. His second question was if either of us had been married before. When I told him, his immediate response was to simply shut me down and tell me it was their (no idea who “they” are) policy not to marry people when one has been married, and that maybe I could ask around and find someone who felt differently about it.
There was zero consideration of why she might have been divorced, which implies there is never any cause for divorce. However, by their rules I could have slept with everything in the state of Mississippi, young, old, male, female, sheep, inanimate object, just as long as I didn’t marry any of it, and they’d be kosher with marrying me off to an unmarried woman, even if she’d spent ten years taking it in every hole from random strangers (so long as neither one of us had syphilis, that is). Because, hey, we’ve sinned, but we’ve never been married. Which — you’re telling me divorce under any circumstances is worse than sexual relations with a whole herd of cows? Really?
He didn’t even ask.
Slick could have been beating the shit out of her, drinking, raping children, worshiping Satan, and committing genocide, and it still wouldn’t matter, is what that says to me. Well, maybe not the drinking part — it was a Southern Baptist church, after all.
Also, too, it’s like he’s judging her. I’ve become more laid back now that I’m getting close to the end of school, now that I have Bendy, and now that I have a job. But one thing that sets me off is someone messing with her, in any way, and for this snot to imply that our relationship isn’t legitimate in his eyes? That just infuriates me. Who the hell is he to judge her?
To hell with him, though — there are two people that have tentatively agreed to do it, and one knows she’s been divorced.
