I think I liked no phone call better than this one: She: Hi, Mom. I need to talk to you. I have a problem. Me thinking of the possible things that could have gone wrong so soon: Oh? S: Yes, I think I've had an awakening. M: Oh? S: I found God. M: Was He missing? I thought He was always a part of our lives. S: Yes, but I guess I really didn't accept him. Anyway, I wanted to apologize to you for the way I've treated you. I understand that you are the person who has loved me unconditionally, been there for me no matter what and I've treated you badly. M: I'm glad you realize that and we will have to talk about it more when I see you. S: Yeah, I will call you more often. I know I said I would invite you over for dinner .... I'll try to make arrangements to get the rest of my stuff soon. M: It's okay sweetheart. I'm glad you understand that the way you've been treating me has not been right but I'm not sure I like why you came to this conclusion, but we'll talk about it when we see each other. S: Okay. I love you. I have to get ready for work. See you later. I know her roommate is pretty religious but doesn't seem to be affiliated with any church. He does go around singing at various functions. I think he's part of a religious band. This scares me far more than some of her past ways of trying to fit in. I'm truly afraid this is some type of cult. I guess I'll find out more as time goes on. I know it sounds strange, but I preferred the silence. It I could understand. This has me worried. Ah, the joys of motherhood.