This has come after several weeks of rumination.
Generally, when a person leaves some form of polytheism or paganism, my thoughts first go to the shattering of kharis between the former worshiper and the gods whom he or she worshiped. My second thought goes to the snake-haired maidens who gnash their teeth in the darkness.
My reaction takes a split second, and then my rational mind slips in. It takes a few moments to remember that not everyone thinks of the gods like this.
Each time this has happened, I returned to one thing that a wise man said. These are the words that sent chills down my spine when I first read them in the middle of the night at the age of twenty.
When it is a “leader,” I delete their blog from my feed reader. If our interests no longer converge, it does me no harm to stop reading what they say. The Internet is a big place. (Plus: If they come back, someone will let me know.) When it is a sibling who becomes born again, the process is decidedly more complicated because I have invested a lot of social capital in our relationship. The irreconcilability of Born Again monotheism with polytheism creates a nonzero amount of awkwardness.
My basic point is that these are not the gods of Neil Gaiman.