Nova13 BLOG
Oh, where to start.
I grew up in a "christian" home. My mother is a Catholic and wonderful and my dad was nothing and sucked. He used church as a way to climb the corporate ladder. He sent us to whatever church his boss went to, I was sent to whatever school his boss's kids went to. He also wouldn't let my mom take us to a Catholic church or teach us Catholicism in general. My mom did her best to teach us her religion but my dad was too controlling so she taught us basic theology instead. Her family is from Greece so we did a lot of projects and crafts and story time with Greek Mythology. Even today the Greek stories and Gods make me feel at home, before everything got incredibly crappy.
My dad was bad. He wasn't often physically abusive but the emotional terrorism was extreme. When I was 13 I started studying witchcraft with great caution. I had some natural born gifts, I saw things. I've grown out of it now. My mom said that's what happens in our family, to her and her mother. I think it has something to do with hormones. But I knew that this was something to be careful with.
My parents were getting a divorce (thank gods) when I was "coming out of the broom closet" for me it was stress on top of stress. I was also dating a very abusive boy. You know how they say a girl ends up with a man just like her daddy. Yeah. I had recently joined a women-only-teaching coven. I don't see or even speak to them anymore but by all gods, they were/all wonderful women and that was a wondrous experience. The coven faded as some of the older members, the leaders began to move into different parts of their lives. It was a sad thing to see a coven split like that. They still meet up a few times a year, but it's not the same.
Well, fast forward to 21. I was in a bad way, that abusive guy had dumped me (HE DUMPED ME?! whatever-) and I had nowhere to go. Somehow my best friend from high school found me, moved me into his place and took care of me. He got me off some hard drugs and paid for me to go to therapy, he's pretty wonderful.
Here's where it gets weird. We started dating and his parents and family, who I'd known since before I could drive, were so nice and inclusive. They involved me in every family event in outing. I became very close to the youngest daughter. She was playing in my room and for some reason got into the closet. I had stacks of books with witchy titles. Well that was the end of that. She told her mother and from then on I wasn't allowed to be alone with any of the younger siblings. They started wanting to talk to me about god and how I need jesus.Then we got married. Oh, that was a thing. We just went downtown, no little chapel, no big dress. His family was so upset. My mom couldn't have been happier. Oh, did I mention that his father was a pastor and his mother was a Sunday school teacher? Oh yeah. It's like a movie or a cheesy day time soap. Eventually his father told him he should leave me and if he didn't the family would preform an exorcism on him.
After that we didn't have much to do with them other than my husband working in the family business. Last year we found out we were pregnant. We'd been trying for so long. We're the kind of people who like to prepare, so we tried to use the pregnancy as a way to smooth things over with his family. A new life, a new start. We moved in with his parents to save money for the, now babies and to heal things. We miscarried, and here we are, in the present. You're all caught up. We're stilling living with his family to pay off all that medical debt as fast as possible. We're trying to get pregnant again. We're moving on.
