Zombie Jesus Day

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!!! Also, happy anniversary to me of the day John's cousins started their hate campaign against me. If anyone is curious as to why that is, it's because I decided to share Cyanide and Happiness' annual zombie jesus day comic on my OWN facebook wall. I know people must be tired of hearing about my troubles with John's family, but it still bothers me to no end that they liked me well enough for the first 5 years of knowing me. With one silly picture, they decided that they hated me. It's ridiculous. I did not address it to them. I did not point at them by name and laugh. Hell, when I posted it, I was still religious! But they could not stand someone being able to laugh and appreciate a silly view of the Easter story. They cannot laugh at themselves. Lest you think they're a completely humorless lot, the last time I sat and talked to them, they spent the whole time making fun of dwarves (Little People, Big World started that one). They have no problem being bigoted towards anyone not like them.


As for their religious views, what happened to hate the sin and not the sinner? No, let's not try to just get along. Instead, we're going to make you feel completely isolated, alone, and unloved whenever you come near. Yes, it hurts me. I will say all day long that it doesn't bother me, but it does. It hurts so much that my husband's family will never accept me back into their lives. It hurts me that I feel like I'm forcing John into choosing between me and his family. It hurts me that I am perfectly willing to look past different views and attempt civility for them to just throw it back in my face and act petty and arrogant. It's gotten to the point that I feel physically ill when we are going to any family function. What are they going to say to me when John's not around? How are they going to act towards me just to show how much they hate me? I do everything I can to convince John not to go, or to leave me at home. I cry, I get angry, occasionally I throw up. I do NOT want to see these people. I may be a masochist, but seeing these people is a pain I can't handle. But in the end I do go because John appreciates me going. Believe it or not, he actually likes my company. He also likes to know that I have his back if anyone starts asking uncomfortable questions. I cheerily steer the questions away to more trivial topics. I also go because I admit to having a slight feeling of satisfaction knowing that the family members I have the problems with are angry that I don't just stay home in shame. It's about the only satisfaction I get out of going. Oh, and by the way, they only have a huge problem with MY atheism, not John's. They're willing to talk to John. Me, they completely ignore. And I have NEVER in person spoken about my religious views to them. I only ever post about it on facebook, and even then not as often as John.

By now, some of you are asking what the point of this post is? Why continue to complain about them? Why talk about family problems in a semi-public way? Because I need to. I need to express my thoughts and feelings about this. I need outside perspective about the situation. I need to rant and rave and shake my head in disbelief at stupid situations. And I know at the end of the day, posting about it isn't going to magically solve the situation, but it makes me feel a bit better.

Hope you all enjoy your Zombie Jesus Day today. Remember to laugh, love, and enjoy spending time with your loved ones.

Credit to Cyanide and Happiness