I had not gone for 8 years.The first year I got an invite.I just said no.The second year nothing.Same until this year.I Da Ed myself 8 years ago.My Mom and Dad are the only ones who talk to me with any regularty.My Mom went to live in a nurseing facility 60 mile from their house and could not go unless someone went to pick her up.I volentered to do it since I was not working that day.I went out brought her back and I went to my first in 8 years.I refused to sing their songs.I refused to pray their prayers.I did pass the wine but missed the bread because I had to take my Mom to the bathroom.It was so mind numbingly boring.I can't believe I went for 23 years to this thing and thought it was so fun.What was I thinking?
I hated going but my Mom means a lot to me and this meant the world to her so I did.