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Amy E 
I met with the priest on Friday. I was anxious, meeting him at my house. I am always nervous about that kind of thing, and it being at my house makes my anxiety worse. But, I know how kind he is, so I did it. He is such a nice man. We met for 2 1/2 hours. We talked about forgiveness and a lot of other issues. He asked a lot about my parents. I have a very difficult time talking about my mother. I'm just not used to it, I guess. No one ever asks me about my mom, what she was like. I realize now, that I didn't say much to him about her. He asked a lot about my father too. It's bad when you make a priest's mouth drop. I told him about my father's girl friend calling our house when my mom was home her last two weeks. My sister answered the phone, saying it was a woman with an English accent. My mother knew who that was - her hospital roommate's mother. It makes my mouth go dry when I think of it. The priest sat there with his jaw dropped. I do feel a bit better about the forgiveness issue. Those who criticize me, don't understand my father. I am not calling him because I don't want the crap that he's going to give me today, not even going to what happened in the past.
I told him about when my mom was told by the doctor that he couldn't do anything more for her. My father was telling me this when we were leaving the hospital. I stopped in my tracks, knowing that this meant that she was going home to die. I couldn't move and stayed in front of the hospital, while my father never missed a step. He went to his car and left. I know now that my father couldn't handle what was happening. He went to meet with his girlfriend, while I cried standing outside the hospital.
I told the priest that I struggle with anxiety. He asked a lot about it. I told him that I don't believe when someone compliments me. I pretty muich think that there are things that they are not telling me. This priest is full of compliments, and he teased me a bit about not believing him.
It was a little weird today at church. I felt a little embarrassed, maybe I told him too much. I know it's okay, it's just my anxiety talking.
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You probably felt vulnerable, since you did let him in on your secret. He is a person you should be able to trust though, so that's a good thing. It's a fantastic relief, when you can finally share what's burdening you with others you can trust. Then, it somewhat becomes their burden for them to empathize with you and understand you better. You two made a connection. That's very special.
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