The Disillusioned Frog

One day while I was working, a stranger walking his dog approached me as I was busy unboxing a fridge. He began telling me about how the logo on our company vehicle reminded him of his son. This stranger went on and on for quite awhile about his son, who was apparently quite the nerd. I tried my best to remain as attentive as possible as I continued to work.  Then he dropped the bomb. "He committed suicide about three months ago, now. I've been seeing counselors this whole time, and it took me this long just to get comfortable with talking about it." I didn't know how to react, but I guess my response wasn't necessary because he continued regardless. "I didn't know what he was planning at the time, but he called me up that day to wish me well, and told me he'd see me on the other side." I imagine he wanted some reassurance that he would see his son again someday, but the best I could offer was an apology, "I'm sorry." I...

Last week, I wrote about how my wife finally came to learn that I was no longer a believer in God, but I didn't go into too much detail about what happened immediately after that. I love her, but her immediate conclusion was, "you're  probably just depressed." I tried to persuade her that this wasn't the case, but she scheduled me an appointment to see a doctor anyway. Now, let me remind you that I moved my family clear across the country to the heart of the Bible Belt. Because of this, the majority of doctors here are Christians. The majority of everyone here are Christians. So, I went to see this doctor and explained everything to him. Of course, he opened up to me about his faith, but in the end, he agreed that I didn't seem depressed, just going through something that may be considered depressing. However, to appease my wife, he offered me a list of counselors he recommended in the area, so I could get a counselor's opinion, too. Agai...