Explaining to my atheist husband how, if it wasn’t for my faith and dedication to God (at the time), I would have divorced him the first time I had had enough. I would have cheated on him every time the opportunity presented itself.
Explaining how, when someone comes from nothing, when they have no hope of things getting better, that faith in a happy ending keeps them moving forward and doing things right instead of just giving up.
Not going as far as to say that if it wasn’t for that dedication to God I would have ended my life many times over because of his bullshit, because it’s against His rules to kill yourself or disrespect the vow I made to Him the day I got married.
Explaining to him (and failing to get him to understand) that, now that I’ve been disallowed that coping mechanism, I have nothing to live for save making sure my kids grow up happy and healthy. That now all I can do is look back in anger at myself and all that I allowed and didn’t fight back for. All that I could have done, could have been if I hadn’t held myself back. All in the name of God. All for nothing.
- Birdo: What the hell, man? Why didn't you invite me to your last kart race!?
- Mario: Dude, they found out about the trans thing. You need to lay low 'til this blows over.
— (via c0gnaclilac)