My dad was a pastor. I don't know how much other parents' jobs affect their kids, but being the pastor's kid meant people didn't want to be friends with me. Maybe it was because they thought I would tattle if they did something wrong, or maybe they thought I would be judgy as a result. Or maybe it had nothing to do with my dad, but there were definitely first dates in high school where faces visibly changed upon finding out and there were no second dates. Never invited to parties. I drew conclusions, but I still think they were accurate. It took going off to college to get out from under the thumb of my dad's role in the community.
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