The books shall be mailed out at some point in the near
future... (Don't worry, those of you who messaged me--I won't forget you.)
I love how I have the same conversation with my mother over
and over and over and over ad nauseam. Actually now that I think of it, we
have many conversations over and over again, because Mum (though I love her
unconditionally) does not pay attention, or listen. Ever.
Seriously, it's been the same since we got the internet.
Like is she kidding
Funny how sometimes you end up eating your words.
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| better than stuffing my face with actual cereal... |
Remember that post I did a while back,
about the intense awkwardness I felt going to Dadum's church?
............
I've started going to church with Dad, Stepmom, and the
Little Bros.
Regularly. And without being coerced or guilted into going.
YES, my fellow Catholic brethren, I think I have officially defected.
I thought I'd kept it on the DL, but apparently Dad told Big
Sis#2 of my recent churchgoing. Our text conversation from last week:
Big Sis#2: "I hear you've been staying over at Dad's
and going to church. Think you made his year. What are you planning?? Mum must
think you've lost it"
Mich: "DON'T TELL MUM."
Big Sis#2: "You're seriously going to church now"
Mich: "Yes. I don't know. I think maybe I've lost my
mind. I'm depressed."
Big Sis#2: "Traitor!"
Mich: "-____-"
Big Sis#2: "Awww honey, but why are you
depressed?"
Where do I even begin? I hate my job, I hate Bergen County,
I hate my life, I hate that my cat is dead, I hate Stepdad and wish he was
dead, and I hate that I feel that way and that he's made me feel that way, and
I hate that I hate everything, and I feel trapped, and I need to GET OUT. The
shrink isn't really helping. The vitamins* aren't helping and I really need to
work on quitting them again. The drinking every night isn't helping and it's
going to put me in an early grave if I don't cut it out. Writing isn't helping
because I'm more blocked than my sinuses are from the vitamins*. Nothing helps;
nothing makes the awful feelings go away. So I started going to church with
Dad.
And it's helping. A little.
I don't think I'm
going to become like the crazies who think God hates gay people and abortion
doctors, or the people who take the Bible as literal, word for word, believing
the earth was literally created in 7 days and that the mere idea of evolution
is heresy***. My beliefs haven't changed, not one bit. Just the practise of
them has changed. Or perhaps the intensity of that practise?
Mum doesn't know yet, but I have a feeling that my days of
secrecy are numbered. Eventually she's going to cop on to the fact that I'm
spending every Saturday night at Dad's not just to hang out more with my bros
(like when they go back to college and I keep going to Dad's she'll probably catch on...). Or she's
going to catch me reading one of these nights (or on a weekend morning).
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| ...most people do this with things like porn... |
She already thinks I'm insane. This will make her think I
need hospitalization.
Oh well.
***[At the risk of possibly offending some of my readers
(not my intention at all), I don't get the the issues with believing in
evolution. Like for real, God in His infinite wisdom made all the livings on
earth capable of changing and adapting to keep up with a changing environment.
That's effing genius. If He hadn't done that, lots more species of animals and
insects and whatnot could have died off. Like DUH. How is it blasphemous to
accept, or even simply consider that notion?
Idk.... It just seems so obvious.]
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