I’m Glad You Left Me
I’m glad you left me. All of you. The people I considered my family. I don’t want to get ahead of myself though. Here’s some backstory on my life. My dad is a pastor and my family has been heavily involved in the church ever since my parents were in their 20’s. So, yes I was born into a home whose main focus was christianity, the church, and the congregation. It’s all I had ever known until I was in 7th grade. The church my parents had started in Dallas also opened a private school. So naturally, I was surrounded by kids in my class that I basically saw every single day. We were all a family. Logos Academy was the private school I attended until 4th grade.
After 4th grade, the school had to close down. So we were entered into another christian private school, ICA. I only attended that school until 6th grade because it was then shut down. Why is this important? Besides being surrounded by people I would always go to church with, my only friends were kids from church. Seriously, it was my whole life. With this, however, meant everyone kind of grew up with similar ways of thinking. Not much of a challenge. Everyone sort of knew how they wanted their life to play out. Then 7th grade came along and I was put into public school.
Sam Houston Middle School.
My first day at Sam Houston was frightening. I mean, I didn’t even know what I was supposed to do when the bell rang, because in private school we didn’t have bells. I eventually started making friends in middle school. It was new and fun. Yes, we all had different ideas of what a fun afternoon was. Mine being, let’s go to main event. There’s was a movie at Irving mall, then go to Claire’s and get Starbucks. Or going to the park to see our friends skate. Are you cringing?
I was still heavily involved in the church. My mentality hadn’t changed very much. I was a kid. Having fun, eating McDonald’s chicken nuggets, and an ICEE from 7/11. Things changed once I got to high school. My sophomore year in HS about 70% of the people, friends included left the church, I didn’t have anymore friends left at church that I grew up with. At first, it was tough. It was sad. These people I considered family were gone. It did affect my friendships at school. I pulled away from my friends. In sorts, I was a bit of a loner.
Every school year somehow got better.
I applied to college, got in, and that was life altering and eye opening. That’s a whole other post tough. I knew exactly how my life would’ve ended if everyone at the church I attended never left. I’d be married to a pastor’s son, kind of just living. I probably wouldn’t have gone to college and graduated. Maybe that life would be exactly what I wanted, but for who I am now, that’s not enough.
I was able to discover myself outside of the church social bubble. There’s a difference between being a christian and going to church. I am in no way bashing christianity.
I’m glad you left me. I was able to grow from it and become someone I am happy to be. So thank you, again, for not being apart of my life.
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