Here I go with another one of my threads. This afternoon was not a very good one. I went to Mass but my dad was sleeping before I left, but I left a note on his bed that I went out. I thought he would figure I was at church since it was a Saturday afternoon (I didn't want to write that specifically in the note). Anyway, after Mass I had to call my dad and tell him that I was going to the grocery store before coming home and he asked me “where are you” and I said “downtown” (which means church) and he got royally pizzed and said things like “STOP THIS CHURCH SH#T! YOU ALREADY WENT A FEW DAYS AGO! I’M NOT GOING TO TOLERATE IT, WE’RE ONE FAMILY!” and I was like “I went to a presentation a few days ago, it wasn’t a church service” and “I thought you wanted me to have friends and not be isolated” and he was like “THESE ARE NOT FRIENDS! THIS IS A RELIGION CHANGE!” I told him that I would call him from the store but I couldn’t control my tears so I sat down in the pew and covered my face with my fingers (I couldn’t completely cover it, but I tried). I literally cried, which is something I have the most impossible time doing because of my medication – it has to take something drastic in order for me to cry, but I did. I didn’t cry loudly, but what bummed me was that no one stopped by and asked if I was OK. I could have sworn that the priest had also walked by (I heard him talking nearby), or at least saw me from a distance sitting in my particular position (hands over my face) but didn’t stop by to ask if I was OK either. I’m disappointed in him right now. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he didn’t want to “interrupt someone’s peace” at the end of Mass but I could have sworn that I didn’t look like I was at peace. I noticed that as I left, he was going to perform a baptism of an infant and there were probably at least 10 people for the sacrament, but if that was the reason he “couldn’t” talk to me, at least he could have mentioned why.
Just before I called my dad at the store, I noticed he called me while I was driving, so I called him back to tell him I was at the store (and that I couldn't answer the phone while driving), and his tone was different and friendly, with no mention of the previous [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]show conversation. I’m not sure what to make of that, but it doesn’t prevent me from being afraid of next week. There’s a presentation from the priest on this coming Wednesday but my dad can't even handle me going to Mass once a week, so I don’t know how I’m going to squeeze this one in. The presentation is about the Eucharist, and I wanted to go.
Just before I called my dad at the store, I noticed he called me while I was driving, so I called him back to tell him I was at the store (and that I couldn't answer the phone while driving), and his tone was different and friendly, with no mention of the previous [bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse][bless and do not curse]show conversation. I’m not sure what to make of that, but it doesn’t prevent me from being afraid of next week. There’s a presentation from the priest on this coming Wednesday but my dad can't even handle me going to Mass once a week, so I don’t know how I’m going to squeeze this one in. The presentation is about the Eucharist, and I wanted to go.
