For whatever reason, I never really was prostelytized before. I never had JW's show up at my door, I only ever ran into Mormons when I was driving through SLC and decided to check out Temple Square, and the most aggressive shit I've encountered religiously was a single black dude in the Airport pushing the Bhagavad Gita.
But lately these papist fucks are everywhere in my life and they are assholes about it.
Aunt who married a Catholic guy, raised all their kids Catholic. Never been a problem, always good stuff and good relations there. But lately has started telling people how her mom (my gma, widow, grandfather died relatively young when these kids were in their early teens, raised them well but in a typical Midwest Lutheran household) fucked up by not being Catholic. THAT SHIT pissed me off. The fucking audacity.
Last ex gf, pretty sure she was significantly damaged emotionally (cluster B) from her adoptive Catholic upbringing and resulting hard pivot into secretive hot-girl SEC sorority life. She was 28 when we dated a year ago and starting to lean hard into her "Catholic roots". Dated Catholic men before me and was left very unimpressed. The fact that I wasn't Catholic was initially a positive, until a few months later it turned into an overwhelming negative up to tears being shed over me having to re-state that I wasn't going to raise kids Catholic.
Sister married a dude who was raised Catholic. Very intelligent, good natured and chill guy. Love him, happy to have him part of the family. Issue is now his parents are getting more serious about their fucking Popery now that they are getting older and my sister and him are talking about kids. He's been going along with it to an extent, to try to keep them happy and somewhat off their backs. But that has simply opened the door to upping the ante and now its looking like there's unfortunately going to have to be a confrontation between him and them. Which is highly unfortunate but hey, it really is just all their fault.
Lastly, did some light genealogy one night a month or two ago. Its easy because I have a pretty uncommon last name. Found an entire hidden side of my family, second cousins, living in the same city as me. This was not told to either sie of us apparently because our great grandfathers had a falling out over an issue of splitting rent, and this was exacerbated by the other one marrying a Catholic woman, changing his name, and going full tilt Papist. They never spoke of each other again, and as a result, 100 years later here we are. I reached out to my second cousin via Instagram, dude has my exact name and grew up 3 miles from me, but went to the local Catholic schools where I went to the ghetto public. He basically said "yeah, I know, but I'm not really interested in talking." Well damn, I thought it was cool, but I guess that feud can last another 100 years then.