Letter to my LDS Bishop Father:
I've invited you to my new home every holiday for the past 5 years. You've never seen it.
Your grandkids have called you every one of them. I cover for you when you tell them you can't visit.
I also don't tell them that you can no longer
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identify them in class pictures and performances.
Every time we've spoken, all you or mom talk about is you being Bishop. She tells me to just send you ties and pretends it's a huge burden you both have caring for the ward family (instead of your own). You feign remorse
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for taking the calling but the sick truth is you ENJOY it. You couldn't even wait until you were sustained to call around telling people the BIG NEWS. It's the validation you wanted and never had because those of us who know you best know you're not qualified to counsel
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people on their marriage (when Mom's had divorce papers drafted twice). You have no special gift of discernment helping you give financial advice to a poor, ignorant, and aging congregation (when you've declared bankruptcy and lost multiple homes).
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