Things happened with my mom (dad couldn't get back from his out of town job) and I ended up being guilted into going to the memorial with her after all. At least she agreed to take the kids home with her afterwards so my friend and I could still go out for a few drinks afterwards (which were much needed after that experience).
I'm da'd so many there smiled when they saw me and it immediately froze on their faces as they tried to look the other way. One family that I had been very close to turned their back to me when I smiled and said hi. No big deal, I just felt sorry for them because I know they are good people who think they're doing the right thing.
Guess where we had to sit? Yeah, the very front row, LOL. I had on a very short dress with black high heels that I crossed and uncrossed much to the speaker's discomfort, he he. I have to admit, I didn't dress at all like a dub should (naughty me). But, respectable elsewhere of course.
Anyway, looks like I still haven't been able to totally break free from that icy grip that just keeps hanging on. Do I feel bad that I gave in to my mom? Not really. She's always been there for me and I know how she is feeling about this so I figured in my mind, it's one night and I showed some respect for her and her beliefs. Maybe it will rub off and she'll show me the same respect (hahahahaha). It was a good reminder of why I don't belong to that group anymore. I feel so free to realize that anyhow.
For all who got guilted into going, Cheers!