You are the Bible-thumping older lady I met at work whom I mistakenly tried to befriend. You thought I was in desperate need of guidance, and your idea of trying to be helpful involved judging me for things I opened up to you about and praying for my parents to get back together, even though I made it clear my father was abusive. You thought you could tell me how to live because you could soooo relate to me, even though you had an uneventful, privileged upbringing and you know I did not. When I confronted you about your holier-than-thou, hypocritical attitude, you couldn't apologize without making a dig at me. You claim Christianity made you a better person, but it's obvious you're still a bitch. Jesus is just all right with me, but he's probably disappointed in YOU.
