Churchgoer's Monologue

Did you know I’m the first in our family to get a divorce?

My husband Rick always talked nasty about queers. I either ignored him or asked him not to use such language around the children. Eventually, he and his buddies were always joking about killing the gays, and I remembered Mom and Daddy burning your pictures. You, wilted, crying.

I’m glad Rick hit me when I finally confronted him. Because of that, the court gave me the kids.

My faith’s shaken, Bennett. I don’t know what I believe in. I just don’t want my babies growing up trampling perennials.