It was a harmless fantasy:
And it came true last week.
My brother told me on Sunday that someone recorded a 25 minute conversation of her cussing and gossiping about people in the church and saying really mean things about people. The person to whom she was gossiping-she thought was her friend. The friend gave the recording to the Pastor who immediately removed her from her position in the church (she was one of the Church Mothers and she sat in the pulpit) and made her sit in the pews.
But that wasn't enough because the friend made sure the entire church heard the recording in its entirety. There was no way she could stay in the church, and they kicked her out.
I hate to admit it, but the news made me so happy. I felt giddy. It made my sister happy too. It was enevitable. Her need to backstab and start rumors is similar to my need to breathe, or sleep, or eat. It's something she seems to have to do in order to survive. I've since decided it was wrong for me to feel the way I did.
Okay God, I have another fantasy; to find love. I'm still waiting.