Postby Addalaide » Wed Sep 06, 2006 3:10 pm
*warning*...long...sorry.
I guess explaning my situation whould make it make more sence, 16 mounths after i was born my mom had my brother, was like like 2 mounths premature, and extreamly ill, so she had to be with him 24/7 tell he died when i was 8. So i was always with my father or grandparents because my mom had my brother, but sundays where the days i had to go to church always, the rest of the week we didnt do anything, i never remeber reading the bible and mom always made church out like we had to do it even if we didnt want to and "I whould thank her latter".
I never really got into church tell was was in 5th or 6th grade and then i became the, churchy bookworm , i always read the bible, i whent to every church camp, ever sunday, evey bible study, every church event i was invited to i whould go to, i wanted the feeling of something so bad i tryed so hard to get it, but never felt full or content, like my glass was always half full no matter what i filled it with it never was full. About, 9th or 10th grade is when it clicked, i have tryed so hard and nothing has come from it, i dont belive in this god anymore. Thats when i "rebelled" as my mother puts it. witch is i guess the time we all start to, maby i was a little late, but i just hated the idea of church because once i found my own clothing style ( yeah i just where jeans and a black teeshirt always, with boots nothing fancy) the intire church that had loved me and welcomed me, hates me, because i was "one of thouse kids". I hated the fact that my clothing chaged the way people saw me, and i dont think its the right thing for them to walk up to me and tell me i was going to hell because i have flames on my chirt or something.But my mom tryed as hard as she could to keep me from makeing her look bad, she forbid me from makeing my hair a 2 shades darker ( black my hair is like really really close to jet black ) or dye it anything but lighter brown, i wasnt alowed to where necklases with black beads, i wasnt alowed to skip church on sunday or wednesday. And She signed me up for evey church event and made me go. Seriusly she even signed me up to be a teacher at VBS one year, then one day i mentiond to the VBS directer i never wanted to do it my mother signed me up for it and my mom made me go appolagise to her and tell her i did want to sign up i was just mad at her that day. ( sorry i have issues with how my mom maks herself look good by makeing her kids do things to make her looks good ) Ok i think you all get the general picture i didnt mean to go on as much as i did.
Once i turned 17 i new that i wanted to know about the other religions, and my fionce told me that he whould encorage me and help me find the one for me ( yeah i have been dateing him sence i was 16). When i was a kid my mom refused to allow me to learn about any other religion but christianity because "The other ones dont matter there going to hell anyways". So between the ages 17-18 i started to read about the other religions. I started to practice about 3 or 4 mounths after i turned 17, but i didnt consider my year and a day tell august 18th the day after my birthday because tell i was 18 i wasnt alowed to worship what i wanted the way i wanted.
So yeah sorry thats super long and is more of a story of my life than my religion, but thats why and how it happend
Merry Part
~Addalaide