I just hate going to church every Sunday it’s not a big deal I guess but it’s still like ugh. I take my grandpa every single week without fail and it’s always the same thing. like he puts on his nice shirt and his good pants and we drive the ten minutes to the church and he sits in the same pew and pretends to listen to the sermon and then we go home. it’s not even like he believes any of it anymore. he told me once years ago when I was just a kid maybe 12 or 13 that he hadn’t believed in god since my grandma died and he was so mad at god for taking her that he just stopped caring. but he still goes every week like clockwork. and the thing is I get it I really do. like this village is so small everyone knows everyone else’s business before you even do and if he suddenly stopped going to church people would talk. they’d say he was losing his mind or he was sick or something and he just doesn’t want the drama. he’s too old for that. but it’s still so frustrating watching him do this whole charade every single week. acting like he’s so pious and holy when he just doesn’t give a shit. and I’m always there with him pretending too. I have to go cause he needs someone to drive him and help him out of the car and stuff. I can’t just leave him. so I sit there next to him listening to the pastor drone on about redemption or whatever and I just think about how my grandpa has to keep up this fake life just to avoid people gossiping. it’s not fair. he deserves to just chill and not have to worry about what mrs henderson from down the street thinks about his attendance record. and I have to sit there too cause if I didn’t go then he’d feel bad or something and it’s just this whole thing. I just wish we could stay home sometimes. or just go for a drive. or literally anything else. but nope it’s church every sunday for the rest of time I guess...