Since I could no longer tolerate going to church with them every Sunday or on any of the other various other religious necessities that she insisted follow it, I told her how I felt. For some reason, she had managed to delude herself that continuing to take me on these various jaunts would suddenly “open my eyes” up to being religious when I have been neither religious nor spiritual for going on ten years now. Absolutely nothing that I said to her expressed this until I laid everything out for her, telling her how I felt about all of it worked because she was convinced that my believing as I did was because of my parents’ “refusal” to allow me to live a spiritual lifestyle. No, I didn’t live a religious or spiritual lifestyle because I asked my parents not to make me do such a thing, and they honored my wishes. What could possibly be so bad about that?

Apparently she tried to instigate a falling out of sorts because of my decision to get an IUD inserted, too. The last time I checked, the onus was on me for that one — furthermore, it was my decision because it is my body. I am no longer going to allow her to have control over what I do, goading me into things because of her religious obsession. Her behavior is not healthy at all. I don’t want my youngest son to suffer because of it because he is her grandson.

Quite frankly, I’ve never seen so much passive-aggressive parenting in my life. From telling me that I have a choice in the matter of attending these religious functions to attempting to go behind my back through my boyfriend trying to get him to “connive” me into doing what she wants… is too much for me to continue to tolerate. My youngest son’s family is messed up on so many levels that I feel nothing but pity for them. I say this and truly mean it. I do.

A Song That You Listen To When You’re Happy

I could not resist choosing this song for this prompt. Since I’ve loved S Club 7 for years, I couldn’t help myself — not only are the majority of their songs catchy and melodious, but they’re also upbeat. Sadly, I don’t actually own any of their CDs aside from the really old Now 7 one that has a S Club 7 song on it.

On another note, I’m actually proud of myself for sticking with this meme for as long as I have. Only nine or so days left to go and I’m done with it! Even through this first week of school, I haven’t forgotten a single day of it… and I’m happy for myself because of that. Sometimes I can forget about things like these, losing sight of them on my radar whenever life gets particularly busy.

Normally, I dread going to some of the math classes that I take because it has never been particularly easy for me. I’ve always struggled with higher mathematics, although I do get the concepts presented when I have a good professor that teaches it to me in a way that I can learn it. Tuesday morning was no exception, because my professor was not only sympathetic to the fact that the campus bookstore was still in the process of ordering the Statistics bundles, but she also made our first lecture easy to follow. I was able to keep up with everything, come home and do my homework in less than thirty minutes because of her, although I know that’s not going to happen all semester since all we covered yesterday was some course vocabulary.

I never thought you could study math… without studying math. It’s nice!