Writing this before I forget to make the post.

Apparently this is Holy Week, and Easter is coming up this Sunday. I knew the bit about Easter coming up because I bought the kids Easter baskets, complete with stuffed Peep toys (that they’ll love), but I don’t know about any of the Christian lore that precedes it or follows it — one of the few things that my parents did right was not raise me as a member of or surrounded by any religion at all, even though I was one of the only ones of my peers going through elementary school and at that age level that had nothing to do with any religion. But that does remind me of something that I haven’t touched on here — Bub’s grandmother gave me their family Bible when she was attempting to force me through RCIA, back when she was literally making me attend Mass with their family and I “had no choice in the matter”, explaining why I brought my PSP with me and played it on silent while I was relegated to the cry room due to my asthma, refusing to listen to or even watch a single thing that had to do with any of the six months worth of Masses that I attended. She also gave me some children’s books on how to approach Mass and what went on during Mass (I didn’t even stand with them when the rest of the congregation stood for various parts of it, even in the cry room), and she refused to take all of these things back even after I quit RCIA and stopped attending Mass with them. I sought counsel from law enforcement as to how long I had to hold onto these things before they were legally considered abandoned, that way I didn’t get in any legal trouble for disposing of them before that point. Once that point in time had well and truly passed, though, I threw everything I had been given by my son’s father’s family in the trash. I had, and have, absolutely no need for any of it at all.

I also threw away, and had replaced, the jewelry box that he got me as well, because I felt like it was not gotten with good intentions (I’ll go into further detail on this at a later point in my blog, extrapolating it). I had the necklace that he bought me replaced with some kind of… more hypoallergenic alloy, seeing as how it had irreparably broke to begin with, with the intention of giving it to Bub when he gets older if he wants a keepsake of mine or something that reflects his heritage. I’ve honestly never done jewelry that well though.

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