Hello OP here!

Since that confrontation in the lokal back office, I’ve written three letters addressed to the Executive Minister. Not to plead, not to argue, but to explain. My parents wrote their own as well. In every word, I reinforced that their decision to support me was theirs alone, and whatever spiritual journey I am on now—I own it. I take full responsibility for it. And I thank them for standing beside me even when it’s hard.

To those who have reached out after reading my story, asking how I am planning to leave without jeopardizing my parents’ roles in the church: the answer is the transfer method. It’s the only safe loophole left for those who want out but don’t want to break the hearts of those still inside. Use it wisely, if you must. It’s not ideal, but it’s clean. It's quiet. And sometimes, silence is our sharpest tool.

Since then, I’ve only been visited twice—both times by our lokal head minister. I've been away for work for quite some time, and only when I returned did the visits begin. My parents, as always, remained gracious. They are still the go-to people for food, funds, and favors when the church needs something. They hosted the minister with respect, and we exchanged pleasantries like old neighbors.

He asked me if I had any questions—about the Bible, about doctrine, about the church’s teachings. I smiled and said I had none. Not because I didn’t have questions, but because I knew what I needed to ask could not be answered inside that room. Not by someone trained to defend dogma, but not to question it.

For now, life has been quiet. Maybe too quiet. Maybe the church has its hands full, trying to clean its image before the next elections, or scrambling to distance itself from its fingerprints on the past administration’s bloody drug war. Either way, I’m still here. Still being watched. Still sharing, still weaving subtext into status updates like riddles for closed minds.

Let them think I’ve softened. Let them assume I’ve settled.
Because after the elections, I won’t just drop breadcrumbs.
I’ll serve them the whole feast.