I'm starting a vacation at the end of this week ahead. On Saturday, I'll be in Phoenix, with sister, brother-in-law, niece and nephew.
I'm closest to them of any family, because of what she and I went through together, and because she pushes religion much less than most the rest.
That said, she wants me to stay over Sunday morning. To hear my niece sing. In church.
Sorry, but no. First, I think my niece has some musical talent, but, she's not budding potential opera star. And, if I stay that late, I miss half a day at Joshua Tree, and it's almost not worth it unless I spend another day there.
Plus, while she does restrain from pushing religion on me ... unconsciously, I think her worries about my soul, or whatever, are more than she might consciously recognize.
With our parents' deaths, I don't have to see my oldest brother any more. I also don't have to go to church at all for religious-connected reasons any more.
And, it's not big, but, yes, there's a small bit of resentmentness in the back of my head.
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