Thanksgiving is over, which is more proof to me that there is indeed a loving God. And somehow, I survived.
The family discussion happened. I wouldn't necessarily say that it went well. Most of the talking during the hour and a half "conversation" was done by my middle sister and her husband. Even my mom told me later that she thought it came off as an attack, and she's not as sensitive as I am. But they said what they felt they needed to say I suppose. As I think more and more about it, I'll probably blog more about their point of view in a later post.
My dad is blaming himself, wondering where he went wrong. "I got all three of my girls to the temple, I thought I was good." Sorry to ruin that, Dad, but I don't know why it has to be anyone's fault.
My mom didn't say very much, because we had already talked. My youngest sister and her husband didn't really say much either. But I sure appreciate my brother-in-law, because what he did say was this:
"Amy, we've talked and you know how your sister and I feel. What I want you to know is that I think it's very admirable and shows great courage for you to tell us this when you could have obviously guessed how we would react because of our faith. That says to me that you want us to be a part of your life, and I appreciate that."
I'm glad he's part of the family.
It was weird the next day in the house. I don't know how it will be at Christmas. After that though, the holidays are over and everyone can get on with their lives.
I'm sad that the Jazz aren't playing on Christmas like they did on Thanksgiving, because getting tickets to that game was probably the best judgment call I've ever made. I went with my girlfriend and three of my best friends. We all commiserated about our families and had a great time unwinding from the stress that family can bring. Sometimes I feel like they are more my family than my real family is, so it was good to be with them.
I guess now I just hurry up and wait. There are some things that can't be mended overnight. I only hope that Time will heal...eventually.
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3 comments:
We ended up having "family council" too, and for awhile I thought my parents were going to spring a discussion on us without any prior warning. Turned out to be all financial stuff... my parents have been fairly concerned about things for the past few years, so they want to make sure we are saving & living within our means.
Sometimes we just have to take things as they come I guess.
I am sorry things have been hurtful and rocky for you, with your family. I am glad you have people in your life who will and can support you.
What you wrote here in this post is akin to what I went through (and maybe you did, too?) when I left my short-lived marriage. My parents, especially, thought I had damned myself to hell because I left a temple marriage. They do not know about the gay factor for me.
It took some time, and even needful for my parents to leave the country for several months, for them to realize they still loved me (as best they can...) and wanted my happiness. Things have been much better with time.
Am I right to think you are living at home? Or were you able to get into an apartment? Maybe you need some space and distance away from your family for awhile? You deserve peace, too. They think they are the only ones hurting, but so are you. I am sorry for that.
Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help with the roughness of this situation.
Happy night, if and when possible. :)
P.S. When I read the post title, I wondered if you were writing a post about your life after your math class... :)
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