Goody Two Shoes

It might surprise you to learn that I used to be a very good girl.
I'd go to church every Sunday and Tuesday, sit through classes and services and behave myself.  My whole life revolved around church and God.
I really believed that the people who, besides my own parents, raised me-would be there if I ever needed them.  After all they were Christians right?
Yeah well apparently their kindness only extends to those who follow the rules.
After they found out I was pregnant...out of wedlock (gasp!)...they practically kicked me out.
And the sad thing is when I look back I realize they did it to so many other girls.
Whenever they found out one was sleeping around, drinking excessively, or pregnant...the girl would just disappear.
Oh that sounds bad. :)  Let me clarify:  they didn't kill them they just told them not to come back.
But the sluts who were the pastors own grandchildren, or the kids who had parents in influential positions....oh no...they were just fine.   Let them do what they want as long as their parents keep putting money in the offering plate.
I wound up giving up my baby for adoption.
Now every time I pass a church I feel nothing but sadness.
Sadness because I know how many other people who don't live up to their high expectations will be and are being treated badly.