thecafegirl

Hey, I think I know one of your Seattle WOW's. You could e-mail me at thecoffeegirl@clerk.com and we'd find out.

I've started this about a thousand times. Then I read Red's Bio, and was really confused and decided I try again. Apparently Red was told that she had to move out of her parent's house before she could go to fellowship because her parents were her spiritual advisors and they were on probation. I was told the complete opposite. I was living with my parents and going to a different fellowship for reasons that I don't quite understand, even though my parents were FCs. Anyway, I was told that I couldn't talk to my parents about spiritual matters (and since everything was spiritual it meant that I just couldn't talk to my parents about much of anything) because they were not my spiritual advisors. Blah, it's all so silly now, and even though my dad told my FC that he was wrong and that he had no right to even suggest that I not talk to my folks, it sort of scared me a bit. I didn't want to disobey (well I didn't want to get confronted anymore about such things as inviting a girl to Thanksgiving at my house because she went to the wrong fellowship) It was like West Side Story or something. It was the Sharks and the Jets and I was Maria. I had my parents running one fellowship in town and the WC guy running the other. And I didn't feel like I could talk to either of them. So I started to feel really isolated and really depressed. Every time I talked to my parents I got confronted by that WC guy, every time I talked to that WC guy I got confronted for just talking I guess. It was just so awful. I was raised in TWI. I lived in Way Homes, always had fellowship in my house. My parent's door was ALWAYS open and people dropped by all the time, it was great. We had fun, I learned great things and I don't begrudge that part of my life at all. Anyway, I gave up around that time shut myself off from pretty much everyone, so much so that that WC guy called my dad and set up a meeting because I was so "morose". (which strikes me as funny now since I wasn't supposed to talk to my parents about things, but I guess he could talk about me to my parents) Oh anyway, it's over now but I still am a tiny bit hesitant to talk to people about anything. (very pavlovian) That's really just the beginning of the end but enough for now I think. It really sort of hurts to think about that few years of my life because it really did greatly affect my relationship with my parents and still does to a degree.

Napkin Lady, I manage a bookstore and recognize your book from our entertaining section. I can happily say that I've personally hand sold two copies of it that I can remember and will make sure to sell even more now! I'm thecafegirl because I ran a cafe for five years, and now a bookstore (thebookstoregirl was just too much to type)