My Crisis of the Week is this: after the game, my daughter's soccer coach gets the kids together in a post-game huddle. He says a prayer. Of course, anyone who doesn't want to participate can sit there quietly.
If I say anything, my daughter might be targeted. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I came along and uttered a Muslim or Jewish prayer. God, I hate this state. maybe I should find a church down here and start playing soccer during the homily.
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| Playing in the rain...and mud |
I acknowledge that I'm disproportionally upset about this. I've known about it for a few weeks and Natasha is fine with just sitting there silently. I think I'm really upset because of all the other things going on.
I'm not allowed to vent in the traditional ways. I don't even have anyone to vent to down here. And Nightingale has censored me and chided me when I do rage out.
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