This is 100% fictional. I have spent some time with people of faith, but this is in no way an accurate account of any factual encounter.
He said he loved me. I was only 17 but my parents encourage the engagement. Three months before my 18th birthday, I couldn’t be more excited about the promise of my new sisters and the man of my dreams fathering my unborn children and fueling my future through our faith. My parents walked me down the aisle to my future husband, Le Groupoop, the love and leader of my new life. The next adventure in our developing life was set to take place a distant land, Idaho. Mother appeared to have some apprehensions, but father helped pack my bags.
The snow was falling in a fashion I imagined to encounter if angels fell upon me in my sleep, but this was the consummation of my marriage.. how could anything feel any better? It was everything I wanted and more. My sisters held my hand as they lead me to our forever lover. I was taken to my new home and the joy of a fresh life filled me with hope. The peace I felt when I was embraced by by sisters and my clan was unparalleled to anything I had ever known. A blissful sanctuary.
After some time, I started to hear stories about the children. They were not getting the attention that young humans require. There was also a lot of lime green Jell-O that we were told was necessary for the heath and wellbeing of these youth; the children needed the Jell-O. I’m vegan and Jell-O is made with bovine bi-products. There was no way I could validate such a monstrosity. Green Jell-O? What about spinach? Where was the asparagus? What about kale? This could not stand! My so called “sisters” did not seem to feel the same way about the Jell-O and I could not come to terms with their attempts at rationalizing the lackluster affection we received from our “forever lover.”
I spent the next seven weeks trying my best to navigate route 66…maybe it was route 666? How could I have done this to myself? Was I that scared and lost in my own delusions that I couldn’t even find my way out? Was it a fight for freedom or was it against the church? Was I scared to dearth about the future of these children? Did I even care? Or was I just desperate to break away?
