I disbelieve Sister M. that my marriage is invalid. She herself strongly encouraged ne to trust that i had "baptism of desire" before i was baptised. And before i met my husband i had spent 2 years in religious "training" with a born again Chrustian friend from the state hospital. She was a schizophrenic and … Continue reading Hallelujah!
The catholic church isnt nice. Not now, especially not in Pennsylvania. i have a dispute with my RCIA counselor. There was some innocuous impropriety. She had the humility to ask me to pray for her. But she cleverly let it be suggested that "no one would believe [me]" if I said anything about the minor … Continue reading not nice
This blog is a good place to come to for grounding. When the shit is getting too thick and i cant see in front of me, I make time to come here and the ground opens up in front of me. What a day. It was a struggle to get out of bed, but once … Continue reading Grounding
April--Hell month--is finally over. It spilled over into today: i had the apex of Hell month on Monday, the 30th, wben i saw my lawyer in the morning, after doing bloodwork first thing, then a yearly appointment with my PCP to catch up on this Hell Year-and-a-half of continuous hospitalization+boarding home. It was the 1s … Continue reading Hell Month
Like i said in my last post, zero tolerance for acting out sexually and acting out in general. I brought it up with my mother, the enbarassing outbursts, its happened three times. He jeers at me insanely if i bring up an issue with him, i dont even get a sentence out before he starts … Continue reading Its over with my Dad
Joined the Carholic Church today. Im still fighting with my father, this has been going on since Monday and my son alerted me this morning that hes "acting out" sexually, picturing getting a blowjob, to be specific. Its horrifying of course, but ut was verifued me when we were watchibg the news about rape and … Continue reading Victory
Went to 1100 mass yestetday. All bets are off. At church, i heard the truth for the first time. The Reverend talked about Jesus on the road to Emmaus and i believed him as i would believe my father if i could, which i cant, he is a lecher and a liar. It was plain … Continue reading Catholic Church
A disaster on the smoking porch just now reminded me to find my feet with God before proceeding with this day, this week, this life. He was absent from my thoughts when my son was born and that was a big part of the problem that i had. Even though i named him self concmsciously … Continue reading Finding my Feet with God