You don't have to love it. But I hope you still love me.

I am a faithful person. I have faith in things that have no basis in science, no explanation. I am a Christian. Though imerfect, I still love God, and I know God loves me, too. My mother and father are Christians as well. My mom is the type to preach, which is one of the many things I love about her. Sometimes, though, she takes it too far. Today she offended me.

My choices, may they be good or bad, are my choices, between me and my God. They are not for any one else to judge or criticize. If I'm doing wrong, I answer to the Father, not to my mother. My fiance is pegan. Weird interfaith relationship, even by the most outrageous standards. But I don't love him less, or different, because of his beliefs. I may not agree with them, but like I said before, that is between him and God. His choices are not for me to judge. My mother knows he is pegan; it's not like it's a secret. He doesn't sacrifice animals or worship really anything. He just doesn't believe the way we believe. That's a problem for my mother. She loves Quin. Adores him, even. She just worries that I'm doing him a disservice by living with him, and for my children because I live with a man I'm not married to.

Actually, I am married. I'm married to another man. And I live with my boyfriend who is pegan. You can imagine how my mother reacts to this. So she calls me up today and asks me, "Would Quin be offended if I bought him a Bible?"

"Yes, mother," I say. "Don't do that. Don't buy him a Bible, he will be very offended."
Then started the preaching.
It was alot and I've already pretty much blocked it out, but it came down to me telling her that when she comes to visit next month, do not come into my house and start preaching at a man who has heard it all. I do my best to share my faith, never relenting in my beliefs. But I can't force a person to believe something they really know nothing about. I can't force a person to believe in something they know everything about. So I just live my life having faith, not cramming my faith down his throat.

But I can see it now.

In walks mom. Here to stay for a week. In my tiny apartment. And all she wants to talk about is Quin's soul.

Sounds like so much fun. Such a great time. Wonderful.

So now what do I do? Do I tell her not to come at all? Because I would rather just avoid the fight altogether. I don't want her to come in here and start telling us how it is. I am responsible for my own actions.

And this is all coming off a really bad night. A crappy evening with Quin, a terrible night sleep (because I was sulking) and children screaming at the crack of dawn. My week is going wonderful. I did talk to the lawyer yesterday, and that went well. We looked at a house that we think we are going to buy, as well. So it hasn't been all bad. Just mostly.