Women 100 Years Ago and Women Today

Loftus 1 How Religion Has Affected My living Ive been going to perform with my grandparents for as long as I nooky remember. Ive everlastingly been a part of church related activities. We forever and a twenty-four hour period say grace in the beginning we ate a meal. I said my prayers ahead I went to bed. I was baptized when I was born. I had my first communion. I was a very religious little kid and I always had God in my life. Of course, I only did all those things because I cerebration I was supposed to. I in effect(p) thought it was something that everybody in the existence did. alone, as I got older I learned that it was all but a part of my holiness.I also learned that not every whiz had the same holiness as I did. There were many different religions. There were tear down some people that didnt go a religion. Once I effected all of those things, I started asking questions. wherefore was I catholic? why did I have to go to church every sunshine? Why is it so im portant? I asked my nanna these questions and her only response was, Its because saviour died on the cross for us. But I still had the question linger in my head Why? My mother and father never went to church with us. My mom would drop us off a religion classes notwithstanding that was ab verboten it.When I asked my mom why shed never gone to with us she had said, I dont believe that you have to go to church every Sun mean solar day to show your appreciation for God. That really had me thinking, if my mom and dad never went, did I really have to go? I certainly didnt like school term in the cold for an hour listening to people singing repulsively and other people talking about things I never understood. unceasingly standing up and sitting down every couple of Loftus 2 minutes. It got very old, very fast. By the quantify I was a teen whiler, I got really tired of the same old thing.Thats when it all started. At the age of thirteen all I wishinged to do was hang out with my friends. They werent the best of people but they accepted me and thats all I cared about. I started being more like them. Wearing all black, doing my crap up really heavily, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, experimenting with drugs. I turned into the complete antithesis of the young lady I was when I was younger. My family definitely started to notice. My mom and dad said it was just a phase but my grandmother thought I was get-go to become a devil worshiper. She orced me to go to church with them. I was forced to go to religion class. I got the you- assume-Jesus-in-your-life talk every time I was around my grandma. That is when I really started to resent everything that had to do with my religion. My grandmother had pushed me to my breaking point. I didnt want anything to do with God or Jesus. When asked, I always told people I didnt have a religion. I was against it. I refused to go to church or religion class. I tarryped truism grace before I ate. I stopped saying pray ers before I went to sleep. I even stopped believing there was a God.This caused a lot of tension between my grandmother and I. We never motto eye to eye on anything. We were always arguing over something. She always told me that she never thought shed have a granddaughter like me. She expected me to be more of a lady. I couldnt stand being around her. I didnt check her anything. She had forced religion on me to the point that I didnt want to have a religion anymore. It even caused me to think I scorned her. You could only imagine how much harder it got once my mom lost our star sign and we had to move into my grandparents house.I got so angry when my mom told me the news. All I treasured to do was scream. The thought of having to see my grandma every single day was terrifying. My life had gotten significantly more tough Loftus 3 at that point. When we move in, I stayed in my room all the time. If I wasnt in my room, I was either at school or out with my friends. When dinner wa s get to I ate with my head down. Not speaking to or look at anyone. My mom caught on real quickly. I remember one night she pulled me into her bedroom after dinner and asked me why I was performing so strangely.I poured my heart out and told her everything I was going through. She told me, You need to stop hating your grandmother. She is getting older and her health is declining. She wont be here one day and youre going to regret not having a right relationship with her. You dont have to go to church every Sunday. You dont even need to go to religion class. You just need to respect the fact that your grandmother is just leading(p) you by example. Thats how she was raised. So, you need to stop getting angry at her and you need to start building a better relationship with her. That is the night that things got better. all time I want to get angry with my grandma I remember what my mom told me and I havent gotten angry with her since. I never got my religious belief back and the re are still some things I cant severalise my grandmother due to her being so religious. I would love to tell her that Im engaged but, I cant because Im a homosexual and Im sure shed disown me. But despite that, my grandmother and I are now on good terms. We talk on the phone more often since I move away and I plan on visiting her whenever I make my trips back home.