15 3 / 2012
I wish my mother would stop asking me about my beliefs. Every time she asks me if I believe in heaven or if I believe my grandma’s looking out for me from heaven and I hesitate or say no or evade, she flips out, gets offended and starts crying.
I hate to say it, but I think I’ll have to just start lying to her about it from now on. I hate having to lie about who I am and what I believe.
