My parish was not the prettiest in the area, but it was home. I never thought about getting married else where. My sister wanted me to get married at her parish. But they were booked up. I was secretly glad. I left that parish because they were losey goosey and there was this Unitarian sister there. She thought she was Catholic. Took ten long years to get rid of her.
I lived an equal distance to either parish. The one I went to was built, because the other one got to big. So I did not break any rules about parishes.
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