The undoing of it all....

[txchick77]

I returned to the scene of my religious undoing this weekend. So many memories rushed back as I opened the door and walked into the church that helped change the way I felt about church and the people who attend. It was an odd feeling. Totally strange to be so familiar with something yet to be so absolutely steadfast in not wanting to be there. My friend's baby shower was there, so it wasn't like I couldn't go. I just didn't have to like it. She knew it was strange for me to be in those four walls again too. I shared a lot with her about what happened there and she agreed that what happened there was awful and the people there were about as underhanded and dirty as you can get.

And, just in case you are wondering, the reason for such a change was my youth director, who I absolutely adored and looked up to, cussed me out in the sanctuary of the church when I voiced concern that we were playing hide-n-seek in the sanctuary which I felt was just....wrong. He told me to "....take a fucking chill pill and take my whiny shit to someone who wanted to listen." I did...I called my mother and asked her to come get me (we were at a lock in) and she did. They refused to let her take me (!!!!), well, they tried, anyway! The next day, when my mother went to meet with our preacher regarding this situation, he supported the youth minister all the way and said that I "misunderstood and blew the situation out of proportion." I had never felt so hurt by people I looked up to in my life. And, right then, I swore I never would be again.

Unless it's for a wedding or funeral, I haven't stepped into a church again.

And, that is that.