GimmeThat

During the never ending services, my ‘mother’ prayed her long winded prayers…paid the fee for attendance…and then we’d leave and go about our everyday lives. Outside of the weekly church dates, God was never discussed…at all. It’s like He was restricted to the pew and altar area…only to be called on when monetary gains were needed. And those discussions seemed to only be allowed to take place in a building…that warranted a constant request for funding ‘donations’. So when I left home…I had little desire to go to church, unless I needed to say my ‘gimme that’ prayer.