She'd burst into a meeting, lob a few strategically placed insults and cusses, and the room belonged to her. I became Carrie's main target. She'd tear down any idea I put forth in a meeting, talk loudly to herself during my sermons, and regularly put her car in my designated parking spot. I kept waiting for someone to rescue me, but the members' silence encouraged her and intensified the pressure on me to do something, anything. I attempted to mask my distress, but inside, I was withering under her assaults.
Fear can strip the soul to shreds.
One day, I realized this could not go on. Sister Brown was admitted to the hospital this morning. Oh, I did not know that she had been admitted. If you were any kind of a pastor, you would have already been there. You're just lazy and stupid.