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"it never leaves you". Oh I find that a little depressing.

I want to leave my suffocatingly ridgid fundamentalist childhood and then teenage/early twenties experiences with NTM (and then another mission group) behind me. I know I have hang ups and I want to be free...I mean really free, I want to be a good example of a well balanced person (well as close as I can get) for my kids.

My husband (who I think would get along famously with Bemused) tells me I will never leave it behind until I stop interacting weekly with my parents. Apparently we need to live more than 15km apart (not sure what that is in miles). Constant reminders. For that reason I have recently stopped using FB as former NTMers and come current have sent friend requests over the years and I have accepted them. So the husband advocates distance and non-contact. For those of you who have suffered way way more than me - what do you suggest? By the way, I don't go to Church (and haven't for years) as I cannot deal with the reminders that hearing the "terminology of fundamentalism" brings. I still believe though. Ideas gratefully received.

Hmmmm, putting thinking cap on.

You could try setting boundries, i.e. saying that there are topics or areas that you don't want rehashed each time you meet.
You could state bluntly that you are not a mission field waiting to be converted or readmitted to the fold, but an independent person with their own thoughts between their ears.
Only as a last resort cut off contact, that is a hard road to take and the blame will land squarely where you don't want it.


Or you could have a long holiday in New Zealand, where we have a lovely selection of postcards that could be mailed home with a message like "gone to see Bemused, Husband and Bemused gone fishing and getting along like a house on fire. Mrs Bemused is the sane one. Be back in a couple of months"

I like the sound of that last option!

Let me know when you are coming. Will roll out the red carpet, freshly back from the cleaners (no I haven't been sweeping my dirt under it!).

Red or White wine, to go with the fresh crayfish (you probably call them lobsters) as we sit on the deck and watch the sun go down over the hills (sun, is a yellow warm thing we see lots of at this time of year)?