Mom, Dad's been pretty sick with Covid. You guys, and the rest of my family, aren't getting vaccinated like I did. I hoped that this wouldn't happen, but it felt inevitable. It's the consequences of your actions.

I asked you for updates. I asked my sister for updates. I stayed on top of it, trying to keep up with how Dad was doing. I made sure I was ready to drive the four hours to you at the drop of a hat in case the worst happens.

But then you send me the most manipulative and toxic text that you possibly could, because for some reason you felt that was the right thing to do.

Mom, I'm not going back to church. I'm not going back to Jesus, I'm not praying to a god. I'm an atheist. I told you this, in crystal clear terms. I told you I got the vaccine. I tried to suggest that you should get it too, but you said "wow, isn't it funny that your work is offering a bonus to vaccinated employees? That sounds suspicious." You wouldn't take me seriously. Dad might die from this, and you say "How bad does it have to get before you come back to God?" Really, Mom? That's what you say?

I can't believe you. I really can't.

I sent you a text, I told you exactly what I thought. You haven't responded. I don't know if I even want you to, because all I feel is that you're so pathetic for trying to proselytize to me, instead of just keeping me posted on how Dad is. I don't care about your God, I care about my Dad. It's been three days since that text. If you call me, or text me back after what I answered with, I don't think I'll pick up the phone, or reply.

Sorry, Mom. That crossed a line, and it hurt me that you think my spiritual life is more important than my Dad's actual life. I'm trying really hard to love you, but it's difficult.