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When the Left, Finally Leaves

 "You said that he left when you were around 18 months, tell me more about that."

I didn't even notice my own word choice until they hung there in the air.

He left.

He left you. 

Rapid fire, memories of being left flooded my brain. 

My dad. Boyfriends in high school. My dad some more. And if his coming and going wasn't bad enough. He died. He left me forever. 

Being rejected, yet clinging on so tightly, runs really really deep in my soul. I don't give up. I don't leave. I keep fighting. I keep apologizing. I keep forgiving. 

Until I didn't. 

Until at 34, I finally left. 

But why do I still feel so abandoned? 

There are griefs we understand.  We post our condolences on facebook.

Death. Divorce. 

It is a public and understood grief. 

But leaving a church? 

Full disclosure, This is a draft that started 12/6/22.  I stopped midway, because it got too painful and too overwhelming.  Now in 2024, I think I am ready to talk about it. 

It was a Tuesday evening. 

My squad was already there on my back patio. Snacks and drink in hand.  It was that night that I learned that Ashton made the most incredible bruschetta with gouda cheese.....(insert Italian hands emoji)  We had this girl's night already planned and decided not to cancel in-spite of scheduling a difficult conversation with our pastor and close friend. 

I sat through that evening feeling like my insides were being ripped out of me. It is a foggy memory now, but I am pretty sure I ugly cried. Like. Ugly cried. 

We hadn't officially decided to leave the church yet, but Megan had already left...again (wink face). But this time, it felt different.  It wasn't just her.  There was an elder.  His family. Another launch team family. I didn't know the reasons why, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had been suppressing for year---Maybe, just maybe.... it's not in my head. Maybe I am not crazy. There is more to this than I know.

That night. After a long conversation with Ian . We decided (As a team. As an equal partnership) that it was time to leave. 

I was absolutely heart broken. It felt like a death. In a lot of ways, it was. 

To be continued....




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