Growing up I was always such a "people-pleaser." The worst punishment for me was when my dad would look at me and tell me he was disappointed in me. Disappointed. Ouch.
So trying to gather up the courage to tell my sisters, my roommates, my mom, my dad that I was leaving the mormon church was a bit of a struggle for me. I was so scared of becoming a disappointment to so many people.
Well I had to get over it... I'm still trying to get over it. Who cares what everyone else thinks? Why should it matter if I disappoint someone if pleasing them means I'm making myself unhappy?
I'm so sick of people judging me!