Moving out soon

In less than 2 months, I will no longer have the luxury of my mother washing my pants.

In less than 2 months, I will no longer be able to say I have a 60″ HDTV in my basement.

It will be a sad day, yet it will be a happy day. A bitter sweet end.

It will be an end to the comfort of my own bedroom, and it will be a beginning to a new life with a lot of things to get used to.

It will be the first time I won’t be able to come home and say, “Mom, make me somethin to eat damnit”. Just kidding, I would never say that to my mother. Hehe.

I have lived in the same exact bedroom of the same exact house of the same exact block for exactly my whole life. Twenty years. That’s an awful lot of time to get used to something, and I sure have a lot of memories that I will leave at this house. (Like that time when I spilled a plant over while my mom was gone and blamed it on my sister and she got grounded for it.) Good times.

I believe that it will be a very tough experience for me. . . working 25 hours per week, being a dad, and being a full time student. But I also believe that with Rachel’s help, we can make it.

Nearly everyone we have come across that is aware of our plans has either frowned, scratched their head, scrunched their forehead, given a fake smile, or all of the above. All of which tell me that they do not believe in us. I’m just here to tell you: we’re going to make it. You may have your doubts about us, and you may criticize us, but at least give us some credit. We’ve gladly chosen to bring in a baby to this world and have chosen to raise the child to our best ability. When it’s all said and done, I think people will understand.

Next post I will post a picture show of Rachel and I and other stuff too.

I’m sorry I’ve been slow on the posts, I’m very busy with college homework and work too. Thanks to my dedicated blog-readers!

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Caught between a Rock and a Church place

Please feel free to check out this very influential short film I made.

I don’t know about you, the reader, whether or not you like someone telling you what to do. But if you’re anything like me, you probably don’t like it very much when someone tells you that you can or cannot do something. It is exactly that which I am about to tell you about.

The Catholic Church as you all know it, sucks. I am a Catholic raised man myself and so is Rachel, my girlfriend. When we found out that she was pregnant, and we then decided to tell her parents, they promptly told us that it would probably be a good idea to go ahead and move out when she has the baby. To me, that seemed a little firm, but it was understandable. Rachel has some younger siblings who would probably be confused by their older sister having a new child. One younger brother still thinks that babies actually come out of the belly button lol.

So as the story goes, her parents want her to move out, she wants to move out, and I want to move out. It seems like everyone wants us to move out. That is until things get complicated, when you put a slight qualifier with this: marriage. I truly love Rachel with all of my heart. I believe that she’s my soul mate and that she’s the one for me. However, I don’t feel in my judgement that it would be right to get married for the wrong reasons. I think it is wrong to marry someone for the sole reason that you’re having a child together, and that’s what everyone is saying I think.

Rachel’s mother, bless her heart, complicates things slightly when she gives the priest of our church our cell phone numbers so that we can “talk it over” with him. Ha. Are you kidding me? You just told her she should probably move out, and now you want us to be scrutinized by our own church’s priest? To me it just doesn’t make sense.

Let me be honest, I want to be able to raise my child to the best of my abilities. While living in separate buildings, I don’t think I would be able to do that. Regardless of the fact that I will not say “I do” before we move in together, I still love Rachel, and I will still love my boy. The words “I do” are sometimes spoken out of haste or even out of fear, and I don’t want to do that. I want to speak the words I do out of love and trust and understanding. I want to know that I will be with this person until I die. Marraige is not a temporary thing to me, nor should it be to anyone. 50 percent of marraiges fail partly because of reasons like this. Haste. I want to take my time, and be smart. So (to: Catholic Church) don’t tell me how my soul will be impaired because I love my girlfriend and that I want the best for both of us. Don’t tell me that my soul will be damned just because of the fact that I want to be completely serious when swearing “to love and to cherish ALL the days of my life,” and to not just say it so I can hurry up and move in with her. And don’t tell me my soul is doomed because I want to be able to raise my child to the best of my abilities.

Now that I’ve got that off my chest, whew, I feel a little better. Post a comment and tell me how you feel about this (Don’t worry if you disagree with me). Do you think it’s right for the Catholic Church to interfere with the raising of my child? Do you think it’s justified for me moving out because I want my child to have a good environment to grow up in?