I’m Wendy. My priest’s name is Craig. Forgive the long story, but I don’t
know how to understand my priest. His behaviour is odd, and it’s
ripping me up inside.Let me start by saying that this has been a horrible year for me! In the
same month, I had a tumour on my neck, my mother went into kidney
failure, and my 67 year old boss was constantly harassing me, and
threatening to fire me, so she could afford to keep her 35 year old
boyfriend in the company.
He just got out of rehab, and hasn’t been
employed a year. He went to rehab after working at my company just one
week, when he showed up at work drunk. My boss sent him to rehab for
three months, then brought him back to the company, where he took my
promised promotion. We were in a deficit, and could not afford him, so
now all of a sudden, she was finding all kinds of flaws in my work,
while he is paid literally just to sit around, and be her boyfriend. On
July 4th, she finally got rid of me. My point of all this, is that this
year has been misery, and my priest was like a light at the end of a
very dark tunnel.