Hi folks.
Well, I don't usually talk about myself much, but I just had an experience today that was something that I think y'all could help me with, and maybe some of you could relate to.
Those of you who have PM or e-d me, know that I am an open person. I just don't choose to talk about myself on the INTERNET (ie the DB), so I apologize to any who may feel I act either secretive or superior. I am just extremely cautious and it doesn't always come across that way.
so, that being said,
My mother and I were talking. My dad was there. She mentioned something about the JW, and I told her I knew already. She was surprised. So (and here is my first mistake), I told her that I know a *lot* of things, and I could tell her what she is going to learn at the upcoming convention. I read it on the internet.
Oy! I know. DOH How To NOT Bring Up 'The Religion', In One Easy Lesson
So then, she said "well, why don't you just come to the KH instead?". arrrrggghhhhh!!
There was an explosion in my head! I had told them last year, and this is a quote, "respectfully, Hell will freeze over before I enter a KH. Let's not ever discuss it again."
So, I calmly replied, "well, I have no interest in going and listening to a bunch of liars."
OMG, the ship hit the sand!
*from here on in, the quotes are more-or-less verbatim, with M (mom) and t (me)*
M: "WHAT!!!"
t: "look, I know all about the UN scandal. I saw the letter, I read the UN site."
M: "Yes, we saw a picture of a forged letter, too. Lies, all lies."
t: "No. I saw the site. It was the UN. They were an NGO for ten years. They claimed it was in order to get a library card. That's not true, almost anyone can get a library card."
M: "Oh, well there's all kinds of lies on the internet." (note, one of their best friends is a programmer, and owns a computer business)
t: "Oh, so you trust me to look up your prescriptions on the 'net, and advise you because you know I won't look at bogus sites, but you think I am stupid enough to not check the actual UN website?"
M: "well ..."
t: "And not only that (I look at my father, then back to her), I know about all the lawsuits by people who were molested and the elders covered it up."
<< now, just to let you know, my parents know that I was raped at 7, I hate pedophilia, I have worked on a rape crisis line, and I will FIGHT for the children! >>
So, my father laughs uncomfortably, turns away.
M: "We've heard about that. Garbage ..."
t: "No, I've read the newspaper articles and the court transcripts."
M: "It isn't true."
t: "Well, you will find out when they win and the Society has to pay out millions of dollars to the survivors. Look, I have to get ready to go soon, let's not argue about it."
M: "Yes."
t: "kay, love you" (hugs)
M: "I love you, too, dear." (hugs)
Mind you, this was all said calmly, without anger but with passion. On both sides. That is the benefit of years of working on the relationship with my parents. Letting them know where I stand, yet being kind and empathetic, and at times, letting them have their delusions.
Anyhow, when dad left me off at the bus stop, I said, "Just let mom know, if she's gonna push it, I will have to reply. She asked, and I answered. Love you." Dad smiled, nodded. He was comfortable with it. HE UNDERSTOOD.
So, a long read, I know. But I hope you found it interesting, and maybe for some, enlightening.
But pour mois, I am sad. Confused. Hopeful.
Arrrrrrrhhh, I dunno what I'm doin'! (said in my *worst* Groundskeeper Willie voice)
talesin