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TIFU 2025 Midnight Mass Madness. I didn't do anything (I swear), but now I have a quandry...

Ok, so I'm (48m) not sure how this happened, or where I should post this, or quite where to begin. Let's start with I'm in the South. I'm also Lapsed Catholic. I am also divorced. My family is very non-Lapsed. This is key.

I also just missed the social media wave, and only recently was forced back to it. So I know I screwed up.

An old buddy of mine did a check-in thingy, leaving Midnight Mass, how rarely he's up that late, (he's obviously still quite Observant), and I quipped back he should hang with me and the gal I was with more often then.

At this point, I'm not really sure what I did, but this somehow got morphed into a joint check-in kinda thing? I'm not sure.

The problem is that apparently my very large, very Catholic family got a notification that not only was the wayward sheep at Midnight Mass, but it was a double date?

If you're not Catholic, or not very religious, I get this may not seem like a big deal to you. But in my "grandma and grandpa had 11 kids, priests and nuns in the extended family" family, this went off like a nuke. On so many levels.

First off, the spiritual level, I'm back to the church at Midnight Mass, it's a Christmas Miracle! And my friend is nigh on family Sainthood for standing as "a strong light."

Second, I'm now practically engaged to this friend I was with. Y'all, an aunt mentioned babies. I have grandbabies, and she actually hit post talking about babies...

Then, when I was done doing the things I was actually doing with my friend at 1am on Christmas, I noticed I had a lot of missed notifications, and made everything so much worse.

I realized I had somehow posted it to my own page and it, yes, looked a lot like a double-date to Midnight Mass. So I deleted it.

I chose... poorly. The deletion did not recall notifications. It apparently just drew the old-fasioned Eye of Sauron. Why am I getting texts from my 76 year old uncle at 2am about slipped surprises??

What have I done??

Because, I'm so... not. Not any of that. Like, even a little bit.

I'm not coming back to the Church, and was in fact acting well against Church doctrines at the time, AND the entire point of me taking that little shot was to remind him that he and his wife had been feeling... constrained in some ways.

I'm not the Prodigal Son, I'm the Shoulder Demon.

My friend is not my Midnight Mass girl. Not that she's not fantastic. She simply asked, "Wait, you mean, like, get dressed up, and go to Church? At Midnight? After Chistmas Eve?"

But she asked it in a tone that kinda made me not want to re-ask. So yeah, she ain't her, that ain't us.

One thoughtless click, and now I'm about to Grinch the fuck outta their Catholic Hallmark Christmas movie.

sigh

Merry Christmas Y'all 🎅

TL:DR- Fucked up responding to a buddy's Midnight Mass check-in, family think Xmas Miracle. It's really, really not.

Eta: formatting

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