ok, massive vent coming. and it's about religion so please feel free to avert your eyes. i just need to get this out cos it's killing me holding it in.
my dad's mother passed away yesterday, very sad situation. back story: my dad has been estranged from his family since he was a lad because they are exclusive bretheren and my dad was excommunicated when he decided he didn't want to live a life in what is essentially a cult. after he left, his siser left too cos she had always wanted to have a "normal" life but was afraid of leaving cos she'd lose her whole family, but once dad left it made it easier for her. so they went off and started living like ordinary, non cult-memeber people.
over the years, my grandfather has attempted to make contact with my dad, but he has bipolar disorder and the only time he was even kind to my dad is when he was on his meds and wanted dad to return to the bretheren, and he would say how much he misses him and wishes they could have a better relationship etc etc... and then the times when he was off his meds, he'd say he has no son and call dad spewing religious vitriol at him. dad spoke to his mother sometimes, but she would have to hide it from his father in case he dobbed on her to the bretheren and they kicked her out too. but that didn't continue because she ended up with severe altzheimers, not knowing who she was anymore let alone who my dad was.
i have never met either of them, and i have another auntie who i don't know cos she is still with the bretheren. she has creepy bretheren kids that i don't know either. so basically my whole life i never knew my dad's family, but i have known the reasons why since i was old enough to understand. i was sad to learn about my grandmother's death yesterday, it really affected me, more than i ever thought it could. so i got in touch with my cousin and auntie yesterday to see how they were doing, and my auntie is really cut up about it. she went to see her mother last night just so she could pay her respects, and the fucking scumbags, being my grandfather and my other bretheren auntie, tried to convert her and my cousin back to the church. when they resisted, they were asked to leave and told they were not welcome at the funeral. this is her fucking MOTHER'S funeral, and she isn't allowed to attend because she's excommunicated.
and this is all in the name of god.
i hate that this is what happened to my dad's family. i have missed out on so much, but then i have gained so much in that I was able to grow up in a better environment than these fucking bretheren freaks. i don't know how to feel. i'm angry and sad, it's bringing out alot of supressed feelings and i don't know how to deal with it all
in summary, FUCK RELIGION.
the end.