I was preparing to go to another country to study. Everything was going fine. The director informed me that I would go get the blessing of the journey for the high offices. So cool- usual drill. 

On that day, went, I was given the blessing by the priest secretary of the region with the usual "go do apostolate and get many vocations."  On my way out, my director informs me that Mum C (director of sm)  as she will be known would like to see me. Something that was conveniently hidden. Anyway, I went to the small sitting room sat one one side and she on the other. A small table with a phone is what separated us...

So she said, "you still belong to this region, anything you do you have to inform me. Any trips you undertake you have to inform me. You still belong to this region." (I had been asking to change region) and other accusations that I was talking to people who were not in the work. 

I left there entered the public means of transport thinking that they want to control me. I will never be free. A dark shadow was just over me. You know when you want to walk right in front of a bus that was that moment. I just called my friend.  

Even after I arrived in the new country, I could still feel Mum C like he was standing right next to me. Hovering and wanting to control. There were other straws but that was the final straw.

I started to repel everything from the center, the norms, everything. The new director saying you have to participate more in family life- I just wanted to be quiet, waking up to run around as I was the youngster, what I hated most was smiling, helping the old people not because its charity but because where I came from they demanded it like they were entitled to it, standing up to put the candles on and off so that everybody sees that you are not just sitting there and also to avoid a fraternal corrections. I was tired of living fake fraternity.

Well, some had dramatic exits, I wrote the letter one line with contacts on how to reach me, left it on the director's bed and left.

After like three months or so (around the time there was the accident of the nax in Mexico), she sent me an email telling me about it. I may appear sadistic but I just did not care. What crossed my mind was that at least they have gone to a better place. I responded with one line, "has the Father responded" and she said no.

Next she called asking to meet which I refused. And I asked her the same one line," has the Father responded?" and she started saying that it is a long painful process (painful to who lol). Anyway I said contact me when you have the response.

Finally, after 4 months, I got the dispensation but before they tried to tell me that I have been given approval to change region. And I was like you wait till I make a drastic move that's when you listen? Go to hell (sorry) that's what I thought. I was asked to be a cooperator- well.... I could cooperate in informing people about the truth of the work hahaha!

ET

I had received dispensation to stay out of the center near the university campus. So it was easier to just walk out.

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