4 out of 5 Stars
The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid is the story of a childhood controlled by the brutal hand of a narcissistic, closeted homosexual. I believed I could leave my upbringing behind and walk away unscathed. I married a closeted homosexual man, in hopes he could keep me safe. As our sex life and bank account dwindled to nothing, fear kept me silent. In the meantime, my father died of AIDs. The pain of his death fractured my biological family, and I clung to my husband and children, creating a cocoon that became a prison. Eventually, I was forced to see my husband’s homosexuality and refusal to work, realizations that brought me to the breaking point. I found the courage to be alone, to take care of my children no matter the cost, and the joy of my own sexual freedom. In the process, I fell in love with my own life
This book was so brave and unexpected! It definitely brought me back to my days growing up in a Catholic household. Although, of course, at the same time it’s completely different being a different religion all together.
I can honestly say that I didn’t have my parents telling me that I would be left behind in the Rapture (although, they probably wanted to! I DID see “Left Behind” at one point in life!) and, I didn’t have to fake receiving the Holy Spirit… Although, I did have to fake my way through many a prayer group… or 50. I still remember when my parents had our house blessed and the way the priest said the hail Mary had me in a fit of giggles that completely horrified my parents! Or spending New Year’s Eve at an abbey with my Dad and a bunch of nuns.
Ronna touches on some really interesting subjects that really had me thinking! Like, going on missionary visits with her family and making exceptions for what the indigenous people could and couldn’t do (like wearing jewellery).
“I gazed out the window as the jungle dissipated, wondering how a rule of God’s could be changed for other people. Either a rule was a rule, or it wasn’t.”
Or dealing with the changes with our bodies after children after the emotional scarring of our parents,
“I wanted to not worry about the baby weight, but decades of emotional starvation and belief that I was unlovable if I was not thin had taken their toll on my mental health. Self-acceptance wasn’t an option.”
Or, how we can take things for granted in our lives. Even something as simple as a radio,
“The radio felt like a lifeline, the lyrics of pop hits were clues to the mysteries of the unreachable world outside of my own.”
She lays her heart and her life open to us within the pages of these books so that we can learn from her mistakes, and the mistakes of those around her,
“Love is not a contract or a deadline on an ultimatum or a deal or even a safety net.”
I don’t know how Ronna had the guts to put these things down on paper, but all the power to her! It was a tough journey, but I feel as though she’s strong enough to spread what she learned.
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The Uncomfortable Confessions of a Preacher’s Kid is Best Served with a Holy Benediction
- 1oz Benedictine
- 5oz Champagne or Sparkling Wine
- Orange Peel
- Chill Benedictine with some ice (or plan ahead and put it in the fridge or freezer for a bit.
- Strain into champagne flute.
- Top with Champagne or Sparkling Wine.
- Add orange Peel garnish.