Well, I did it this weekend. Over Thanksgiving holiday while spending the weekend with my Mom and Dad, I revealed the horrible truth. I’m CATHOLIC :eek:
Needless to say, Mom was NOT too happy. We had an extemely heated discussion in which she fired ammunition at me in the form of questions like:
- So, do you pray to saints now? 2. Do you have a Catholic Bible now? 3. Do you have a father now? 4. Do you pray to the pope ( )? 5. Do you do all those chants?
And a kind question of … What have you done? I felt like a 4 year old that just spilled a pitcher of koolaid on her newly mopped floor.
Then a nice comment at the end… I hope you call and let me and your Dad know when you decide to become Mormon so that we can counsel you. Very ugly! I said, Mom, I’m not going to be a mormon and she just scoffed at that remark! BTW, my parents are life-long Southern Baptists…through and through.
<A little background…I come from a traditional home, but in my late teens rebelled severely…had 3 children (twins and 1 a year older) outside of my race. My parents were so upset that they rejected me for years and wouldn’t see me. Even now, they are still ashamed and when I go home, there are no pictures of my children in their house and we don’t go out in public>
Even though I’m telling this story in a light way, I really am very hurt by it all. It has shaken my faith, truly. I’ve been having these thoughts of “I don’t want to be Catholic” and doubting myself and my decision. I know that’s weak, but I’ve just really been under social pressure since my decision. There has been no support from one human being except with acquaintences in the RCIA program. And I’ve been real discouraged being a single mom and trying to go get “doughnuts” after mass. All I see is huge, extended families acting so happy and I feel like I just blend into the wall. I feel as though I don’t fit in. Everyone is so caught up in their own families, that I feel like I stick out like a sore thumb. I’m not used to that. In protestant churches, people just seem more friendly and inviting. I’m just way out of my comfort zone…and feeling depressed about finding the Truth. Isn’t that just something? I went from elated about finding the truth, to now, I just don’t want to think about it anymore. I know it is the enemy that is making me feel this way, but I don’t know how to fight it. I will not abandon my faith, but the trials are very hard right now, and I’m just hurting. Can someone relate or offer any words of advice?