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[Shell B]

When my exish husband was getting ready to deploy to Iraq for the first time, his fundy brother called from half way across the country. His only concern was that my husband had found god before he left in case he died overseas. I believe his words were, "There is a chance you can die over there. I want to know that you have found god so I can see you when I die" or something to that effect. Two years ago, when he almost died in a motorcycle accident, the same brother showed up in the hospital room and creepily prayed over his bed for like half an hour while I averted my eyes and felt uncomfortable. When he walked out the door, I said, "He's gone now" and my newly conscious husband -- he had regained consciousness about half an hour before the brother showed up after being out for a day -- said, "Thank fuck. That was awkward." That guy has told me I am going to hell so many times I can't count. My husband even joked around and called me the heathen and similar things in my brother-in-law's presence. It really was a running joke. However, (I'm getting to the point.) I always felt uncomfortable about the torment he pretty much personally damned me to in his mind. Even if he believed it, I always found it rude that he say it and he was only my brother-in-law. I can't imagine what having a parent like that would be like. They always insist that love drives them to say these things. I wonder if they think that is true or if they know they are being dicks.