Im not gonna lie.
Last time I went to church (and this was like 9+ years ago) I was trying to catch the attention of my ex who had left me for this other dude.
Now, a big part of me and my ex's family never getting along was my stance on organized religion. This other cat showed up with money to throw around and had them thinking he was an upstanding christian dude.
He wasn't, and I'm not going to segue into a tirade on how women fall for "christian" men and ignore signs until he's sitting at home on sundays after fukking hoes on weekends then sits at home on sunday to do whatever while she goes to church to "pray about it"....
guess I kinda did.
Anyway, yeah. I was DESPERATE, so I went, knowing that she was there and I wanted to show her I was making an effort.
I remember being stuck 9 rows behind and seeing her, him and her family on the front row. I guess her and her mom wanted to show off their prize catch. The church had already threw dirt on them for my black excellence ex fornicating with the likes of poor, possibly drug using, ghetto living, working class me.
When the Minister told everybody to stand up and hug their neighbor, I did.
Everyone turned and hugged each other.
Except me. I just looked around and stood there, untouched. Like I had a big "REJECTED" spotlight on me.
It was then that I realized
- I was there for the wrong reason
- I didn't belong there. Not there.
I felt stupid for trying. Like I had insulted God for the sake of some broad who had already made her choices..
I stopped chasing my Ex, and went back to not messing around with organized religion.
I walked out.