If it comes up, I say, “I found my way back to Truth. I am sorry that upsets you. How about those Giants? Do you think they will take the penant again this year?”.
In other words, I accept the fact that my family does not like me and has rejected me. It makes me cry and feel lonely but it is what it is and nothing, I mean NOTHING, is going to keep me from the Eucharist ever again.
When they get abusive, I stop them. I put up my hand in the universal sign for “STOP” and I say, “I would prefer you not attack me for my religion. If you would prefer I leave, I will.” when I am in their homes. If they are in mine, and they start with the pedophile priest jokes or the nasty remarks about stupid Catholics, I say, “I would prefer you not attack my religion while in my home. If you need to leave, I understand. If you stay, the subject will be changed”.
Twice, in a row, a family member stormed out of my house because I said this. Tough toe nails. When they left, I cried. It hurt like heck. Oh Well.
Guess what…they no longer do that and I do not attend functions in their home in order to make life easier for them. They have actually stayed through several family dinners in MY home and not attacked me. Good for them.
I pray every day for my family. I am old and lonely. Tough toe nails, again, I say. There are worst things in life than being lonely.