The last couple of days, I've really wanted to lay all this on my family, excitedly, happily, with passion. In my fantasy, they're so interested and receptive: "Really? No way...seriously? WHAT? Are you kidding? Oh my gosh..." Etc.
In reality, it would be met with tears, frustration, devastation, and completely closed minds.
I have never been happier in my life.
Husband's still got a lot of hang ups. I think he's still sad about it. Dreading telling his family. Still studying, writing, studying, mulling, talking...
Going to a big RS get together on Saturday morning. My friends invited me. I don't really care to go for the subject matter, and I'm already annoyed by the lovebombs, but it's kind of an act of defiance for me. I plan on wearing something that people will be easily able to tell I'm not wearing garments. The word is spreading about us not going to church. Let the rumors fly...and let the genuine people be honest and direct with me. I'm looking forward to just being asked.
And when someone finally does ("Why haven't we seen you at church?"), I'm going to look them in the eye and matter-of-factly say: "Because I took a good look at what I believe, did a lot of reading, a lot of pondering, and I'm going with what seems and feels right."
Maybe I'm being naive, but I would think that would have to at least put a damper on any stupid rumors. It is so effing annoying that everyone's first inclination is "Oh, did someone offend them? Did someone make them mad?"
