Hi Kell
Just wanted to re-affirm you are not alone in this journey.
My Nparents were just like your mom when it came to church stuff, but it didn't make them loving parents - just the opposite. They forced us to church every Sunday am, pm and Wed night. But we never returned home after a servcie and received any form of LOVE from the parents. Instead we got preaching on how bad we were. At 6 years old, we were forced to sit in 3 hour services on hard benches and listen to the message. We were too young! So we talked or slept or played - BIG misatke. If we weren't jerked out of the service and beaten in the hallway where everyone could hear, we got it when we got home.
Ndad made any prospective BF come to church with me prior to being able to go out with them on a date at 17 years old.
Ndad made my sister and I sit in the living room while he played Jimmy Swaggert tapes yelling hellfile and brimstone if girls wear makeup or dance. He would quiz us after each sermon and ask us what the message was about and what we learned from it. If we didn't give the answer he wanted, we were beaten or grounded.
My sister did what the Nparents wanted and married an A/G preacher. I married a catholic. Nparents tell him he's not a christian. They are not accepting of anyone who thinks are acts or lives differently from them - BUT they tell everyone they are Excellent christians!
When we were teens they made us join witnessing groups and stand on street corners handing out tracks. They would have no part of this activity, but forced us to do it so they could tell their church friends how holy we were. We had to carry our bibles to school on top of all of books and they would ask our classmate friends if they saw our bible each day. I can honestly say my Nparents were more like the mom on the movie "Carrie" than Joan Clever!
I am 45 years old and confronted Nparents this year revealing that I have smoked since I was 14, drank since I was 16 and cursed since HS. You'd think at 45, they would say something like, "we knew that all along", which I know they did. Instead they yelled, cried, screamed as though I was 16 and they could change my ways. They damned me to hell. Nmom cried, "After all those years in church, look what became of you!".
Maybe some love offered during all those years in church would have made an impression on me, but there was never any love.
I chose to go my own way and have had a very good life. I live many miles away from the family and do not have much contact with them. But they sill think I am disobeying them and I should let them tell me how to live. They tell me I'm a disrespectful child for not obeying them at my age.
During this conversation I said "mom, dad, I'm 45 and I think I can decide what's good for me now." They actually said "Yea, you think you're all grown up and can make your own decisions, but you've proved you can't think for yourself. You are acting like a 10 year old misbehaving!"
You are truely not alone.
BTW, and I also did the toothpaste, cologne, visine, fan in the face, run past them at the door to go puke and tell them I had the flu.....
