Wednesday’s are always rough, in ywam Wednesday’s where always painfully exhausting. Especially one Wednesday close to the time we left. I was sitting in a staff meeting and this conservative politician was taking about how god has ordained trump to be president without knowing trump was gonna be president. This guy took the whole staff and had them raise a fist and chant trump trump trump…
What the Fuck? I walked out of that building faster than the road runner and got in my car so I could breath. Chanting trump did it for me it was in that moment I knew we had to leave or figure something out. We couldn’t have the kids in that environment it was dangerous.
After the meeting my leader called me and set up a one on one for the next day. We met and talked about me leaving and that trump was sent by god. During the one on one I got scolded because I didn’t vote for trump. I saw the debates I knew he was shitty.
So much trauma so much pain so much regret.