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My parents consider themselves good Catholics.
They are also an alcoholic/co-dependent pair, and likely both narcissists. There have been incidents of physical violence against me, even when I was in my 20s. I believe my father is a pervert, and as I’ve pieced together memories and events and things people have said since I moved home, I believe I told what happened when I was very young and got branded a liar. My mother, in her 70s, is still telling people at church that I make things up.
They have taught my siblings that all problems in our family our my fault–it’s the stereotypical alcoholic family dysfunction and scapegoating.
Despite considering themselves good Catholics, they have snarky comments about my choice to actually *live *what the Catholic faith teaches, while my siblings with tattoos and piercings who spent their 20s throwing kegger parties and haven’t attended church in years are considered the good ones.
They are now steadily working on my kids, with the help of my ex-husband–also a Catholic from a ‘good Catholic’ family. I am looking at spending Easter alone, and every holiday is becoming a major stress beause of these family issues.
I am beginning to lose the ability to see a reason to maintain a life within the Catholic church when this is what I see from ‘good Catholics.’ And yes, I do know truly good Catholics. But the sad fact is, I’ve seen more genuine goodness and received far more kindness these past ten years from ‘tax collectors and prostitutes,’ so to speak.
At this point, I don’t really plan on going to Easter Mass.
They are also an alcoholic/co-dependent pair, and likely both narcissists. There have been incidents of physical violence against me, even when I was in my 20s. I believe my father is a pervert, and as I’ve pieced together memories and events and things people have said since I moved home, I believe I told what happened when I was very young and got branded a liar. My mother, in her 70s, is still telling people at church that I make things up.
They have taught my siblings that all problems in our family our my fault–it’s the stereotypical alcoholic family dysfunction and scapegoating.
Despite considering themselves good Catholics, they have snarky comments about my choice to actually *live *what the Catholic faith teaches, while my siblings with tattoos and piercings who spent their 20s throwing kegger parties and haven’t attended church in years are considered the good ones.
They are now steadily working on my kids, with the help of my ex-husband–also a Catholic from a ‘good Catholic’ family. I am looking at spending Easter alone, and every holiday is becoming a major stress beause of these family issues.
I am beginning to lose the ability to see a reason to maintain a life within the Catholic church when this is what I see from ‘good Catholics.’ And yes, I do know truly good Catholics. But the sad fact is, I’ve seen more genuine goodness and received far more kindness these past ten years from ‘tax collectors and prostitutes,’ so to speak.
At this point, I don’t really plan on going to Easter Mass.