Preacher Kid Confessions

The true story of one woman's journey in faith

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THIS IS NOT MY FAMILY BUT THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE, IT REPRESENTS MY CHILDHOOD IN THE 60’S WITH MY HUGE PREACHER FAMILY.  THERE ARE OVER 200 OF US, THE FIRST 50 OF US GRANDCHILDREN WERE RAISED LIKE SIBLINGS INSTEAD OF COUSINS, WE STOOD UP FOR EACH OTHER, WE HAD OUR OWN SINGING GROUP, WE MADE UP GHETTO SONGS WITH HAND CLAPPING WITH ONE OR MORE PERSONS, ONE COUSIN WAS GOOD AT CHOREOGRAPHING MARCHING BAND STEPS, WE WOULD BE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET GHETTO DANCING/MARCHING OUR HEADS OFF, IT WAS SOOOO MUCH FUN!

THAT WAS THEN, THIS IS NOW!!!!!

My grandparents was the designated babysitter for me and my cousins growing up, we were always together whether church, school, the neighborhood, whatever, wherever, we were always together. God has blessed my family with the gift of helps and services, most of us are in the healthcare field, law enforcement, catering, or cleaning services we love what we do, especially ME, I LOVE TAKING CARE OF SENIORS IN THEIR HOMES!!! My cousins and I were together all the time, we were one of the 2 biggest families in our community back then, we couldn’t get away with doing NOTHIN as kids, we had EYES ALL OVER THE CITY WATCHIN EVERY MOVE WE MADE, our aunts and uncles included, they were watched even more than us because they were grown and LIVING A GROWN PERSON’S LIFE, having babies by different men, running the streets, leaving their kids with grandma until I got old enough to take over the babysitting duties.

I am the second born grandchild of 50 and was extremely close to my grandparents, I would help grandpa clean fish and rabbit whenever he needed it done, with our family being so big, we didn’t have money for meat at times so we ate rabbit and fish ALOT because grandpa could hunt or fish for them plus you can stretch the food enough to feed all of us. believe it or not, WE NEVER WENT HUNGRY!!! We ate ketchup, mayo, and syrup sandwiches in between meals, climbed our neighbor’s cherry, apple, and pear trees to get fresh fruit in order to keep from being hungry.

My grandfather was the associate Pastor at our family church, he and my dad were the only preachers in the family, they would preach at different churches every so often bringing me and my cousins along to provide the music, we formed a 5 person singing group and we were good, our 5 part harmony was something out of this world, daddy and grandpa would take us with them so we could sing before they’d begin preaching their sermon, WE WOULD TEAR THE CHURCH UP!!! (TOO BAD WE HAD NO IDEA WHO THE GOD WAS THAT WE WERE SINGING TO NOR DID WE HAVE ANY POWER BEHIND THE WORDS, looking back. I know we were still SINNING in spite of our SINGING! Thank you Jesus for grace and mercy.

Once I graduated from high school I went into the military so we cousins have all gone our separate ways living our lives and keepin’ in real. I haven’t seen much of them since I joined the military and once I got out I moved to California and other states continuing to live WILD AND FREE, I would think of them often but I hardly visited unless there was a death or something but we still loved each other no matter how much time has passed. Fast forwarding to MY FAMILY TODAY, we are not as close as we use to be when my grandparents were living. My aunts and uncles don’t act like family to each other either, they’ve allowed petty jealousies, money, and prestige to take over the LOVE WE HAD FOR EACH OTHER, there are the HAVES AND THE HAVE NOTS, THE HAVES DON’T HELP  UNLESS YOU HAVE, THE HAVE NOTS TEND TO HELP EACH OTHER MORE WITH THE LITTLE MONEY THEY HAVE AND IT SHOULDN’T BE THAT WAY!!

My grandmother was very generous, she would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it, she never hesitated to help her kids when she could, she was a great mother and grandmother to us although flawed but the greatest and I miss she and grandpa so much. The last time I saw my family was in September at one of my cousin’s funeral, she was murdered by a stalker at the age of 44 leaving behind 2 kids and 1 grandchild. My husband went with me to support me, we hadn’t gotten married yet, the ceremony was coming up a week after the funeral so I wanted to introduce him to them hoping they would welcome him to the family with open arms, WELLLLLLL THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN, HE WASN’T WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS by the majority of my aunts and uncles, THEY SHUNNED ME, MAMA, AND MY HUSBAND, WHY? BECAUSE HE’S WHITE and a President Trump supporter, my mom and I are also Trump supporters so were SHUNNED TOO, my aunts barely spoke to us the entire time we were there, they would talk trash about my mother in my presence, and only HALF SPOKE to my husband, I was so embarrassed and angry at the same time I wanted to slap all of them.

My cousins were fine, we all hugged each other talking and laughing while our mothers and fathers were acting like JERKS to me, mama, and David. He didn’t notice their snub  but I did so I just kept it to myself so not to hurt my husband’s feelings. After the funeral David and I went back to our hotel because we had just arrived at 430am the morning of the funeral, it started at 11am so we were tired from the drive and I was TIRED from my families BS. Once things calmed down from the funeral, my aunts and uncles had a birthday gathering at one of their homes, but not everyone showed up including my mom because she was still hurt from her siblings DOGGIN’ her at the funeral and beyond so as usual they got to talking about politics which is a HUGE MISTAKE in my family because they’re all a bunch of BARAK AND MICHELLE DROOLING, 2008 election clothes wearing, DEMOCRAT PARTY worshipping persons who began to talk about me and mama supporting Trump, and MY MARRYING A WHITE MAN! None of them, NOT A ONE OF THEM ATTENDED OUR WEDDING but they attended and gave gifts to my other cousins who were married the following weekend after me. MY FAMILY DOGGED MY HUSBAND BECAUSE HE WAS WHITE, ISN’T THAT RACIST? OR IS IT JUST ME?

Black people are always talking this noise about white people being racists and yet HERE THEY ARE BEING RACISTS TOWARDS MY DAVID WHO THEY’D JUST MET WHEN WE WENT HOME FOR THE FUNERAL. They don’t know him and are refusing to get to know him,and when I was growing up, I was the favorite niece to the very aunts who’re now shunning me and my husband and it hurts me but not as much as it is angering me. I can’t believe MY PREACHER FAMILY is acting like this, grandpa did not raise us to be this way, he taught us to love each other and take up for each other against strangers and not mistreat each other so imagine my surprise when I found out what my family was saying about us and why they were acting so silly towards us at the funeral. I’m stunned to know my family is being racists towards my husband, I never saw this coming, he has no idea they feel the way they do, I haven’t told him because I don’t want him to feel bad or hurt his feelings but I don’t know how much longer I’d be able to keep it from him.

I’m not planning on attending our so-called family reunion next year, it’s suppose to be our first one but I WONT BE THERE NEITHER WILL MY CHILD OR HUSBAND, I love my family but I don’t want to be around them and their racists attitudes, I’ll just pray for God to change their hearts before it’s too late, just as we pray for my husband’s nephew and niece who’re racists towards me on his side of the family. We’re getting it from BOTH SIDES, SO WE’D APPRECIATE YA’LL’S PRAYERS AND SUPPORT. We’re open to suggestions on how to deal with our families, please feel free to offer any advice ya’ll can to help us.

MY PEOPLE MY PEOPLE WE MUST DO BETTER!! I love my family but I will love them from a distance until they DO RIGHT BY MY HUSBAND! I forgive them but I can’t be around them until they GET RIGHT! Pray for me and my family. BE BLESSED TODAY AND ALWAYS

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