I Hate My Uncle
I really hate my uncle Sid. He lurks for any opportunity to proselytize. Every time a tragedy hits my family, Sid decides to try to save the non-christian members of our family especially my parents, myself and my siblings. He's been trying to convert my agnostic parents for more than 30 years without success. You'd think he would have gotten the message that his proselytizing attempts are futile a long time ago. Of course, he's too much of a goddamn idiot to understand that he will not succeed.
My father died yesterday. I visited my mother this morning and sure enough I find Sid with her trying to shove religious pamphlets in her face. As I'm about to ask him what the hell he thinks he's doing, he says one of the most insensitive things anyone can say to a grieving widow. He told her that just because her husband is in hell it doesn't mean she can't be saved. I became so enraged that I just wanted to rip the fucker a new hole. My mother sat back on the couch and began crying uncontrollably. I sat down besides her and tried to console her. Sid in his insolent state of mind decided this was the perfect opportunity to tell my mother to pray to god. I told him to shut up, but he continued on saying that she will never truly grieve without accepting Jesus as her savior. I told him, "Just leave, you're not helping." Before he left he begged my mother to go to church. He said it would help her and that it's important for her to find Jesus.
AAAARRRRGGGGGG! It makes me so angry that I can't articulate into words how I'm feeling. Sid seems to believe that he's doing this out of the kindness of his heart. Yeah fucking right! If he had any decency left he would not burden my family with his proselytizing. We just want to grieve in peace.
My father died yesterday. I visited my mother this morning and sure enough I find Sid with her trying to shove religious pamphlets in her face. As I'm about to ask him what the hell he thinks he's doing, he says one of the most insensitive things anyone can say to a grieving widow. He told her that just because her husband is in hell it doesn't mean she can't be saved. I became so enraged that I just wanted to rip the fucker a new hole. My mother sat back on the couch and began crying uncontrollably. I sat down besides her and tried to console her. Sid in his insolent state of mind decided this was the perfect opportunity to tell my mother to pray to god. I told him to shut up, but he continued on saying that she will never truly grieve without accepting Jesus as her savior. I told him, "Just leave, you're not helping." Before he left he begged my mother to go to church. He said it would help her and that it's important for her to find Jesus.
AAAARRRRGGGGGG! It makes me so angry that I can't articulate into words how I'm feeling. Sid seems to believe that he's doing this out of the kindness of his heart. Yeah fucking right! If he had any decency left he would not burden my family with his proselytizing. We just want to grieve in peace.