I don’t go to church very often. I know I should, but I honestly just don’t
think about it and suddenly, 3 or 6 months have gone by. I still feel sort of bitter about them
blackballing me. I won’t ever forget the
pain and heartache of not being allowed to be Lexi’s goumera at her
wedding. And I’m still not allowed to
take communion. Father Steven said that
because Rob and I live together but are not married, we are living in sin. It makes me so angry. We are raising our beautiful son together in
a healthy and loving environment. We pay
our rent. We pay our taxes. Just because there is a piece of paper
missing between us, I’m deemed a sinner?
Ok, ok, let’s not get off topic here. Sorry, this subject always gets me a little
testy. The point I was trying to make is
that I don’t go to church a whole lot, but I do enjoy going once in a
while. Rob has to work some overtime
that morning, so I suggested to Mum that we go.
Lexi, Courtney, Nick and Max joined us too. Dom is getting easier to have in that type of
environment. He sits still a little
longer and is better at getting too antsy.
After communion, the boys went to the play room while we sat through the
remainder of the service.
Then came my favorite part.
Lunch. Rob was able to wrap
things up at work and join us, so that made me pretty happy. I love going out to lunch with my
family. Is it sad that this was my
favorite part of the experience?
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