You see family, have a great time, only to be kicked right in the fucking pants

My Opoe (oh-pooh) and me!

I’ve been working on a post about my weekend in Grand Rapids. I’m struggling.

When Tina and I drove away from my grandparents’ apartment after the weekend with everyone, I started to blubber like a child. I was an emotional basket case. I had to pull over, because I was overwhelmed with the pride, joy and happiness of having a great time with my family.

There were so many experiences in the past 10 years when I was so worked up over my non-theism that entire trips were ruined, because I couldn’t be myself. Now I’m free from that albatross. I am proud of who I am. I don’t need to talk about my lack of faith. It just is, and that’s all the difference. Now I can focus on loving my family and being myself.

Seeing them used to stress me to the nines. Now, it seems to be getting better.

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