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Thank you all for your replies. I’m going to talk to him when he gets home from work, so we’ll see how that goes.
I appreciate the support, but please don’t get the wrong idea about him. He is not entirely dispassionate. We both love the outdoors. He bought a little rv he’s been fixing up and we were going to take a big trip this summer to go camping and visit his family in Texas then up the Rockies to visit mine in Montana. We both care about social justice issues, are committed to living very simple lives, want to grow most of our own food, and want not only to have biological children but if at all possible to adopt. We have a lot in common, just not what I know is the most important thing, God.
I also don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not only with him because of that ticking noise coming from my lower abdomen (although I admit that is part of it). Like I said we do have stuff in common, we have fun together when we aren’t fighting. When we first met I was in a pretty bad place, and he was really nice to me, he helped me. He really is a good guy, but when I am at Mass with him I find myself worrying about how bored he is instead of focusing on God. I think he has taken a “if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything” approach because when I talk about the Church it pretty much ends whatever conversation we are having. We applied for a marriage licence and then I lost my wallet for a few days so had no ID and couldn’t pick it up. I was relieved. I found my wallet but still haven’t gone. I’ve been waiting for him, just once, to ask about it, but I know he’s not going to. All this just builds up resentment, and then we end up arguing over whether or not to return sherbet to the store because it came covered in freezer burn (that was this morning).
It’s hard to choose uncertainty over certainty even if what your certain of is not that great, and it’s really hard to say goodbye to a friend whose been there for you and who doesn’t want you to go.
I appreciate the support, but please don’t get the wrong idea about him. He is not entirely dispassionate. We both love the outdoors. He bought a little rv he’s been fixing up and we were going to take a big trip this summer to go camping and visit his family in Texas then up the Rockies to visit mine in Montana. We both care about social justice issues, are committed to living very simple lives, want to grow most of our own food, and want not only to have biological children but if at all possible to adopt. We have a lot in common, just not what I know is the most important thing, God.
I also don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me. I’m not only with him because of that ticking noise coming from my lower abdomen (although I admit that is part of it). Like I said we do have stuff in common, we have fun together when we aren’t fighting. When we first met I was in a pretty bad place, and he was really nice to me, he helped me. He really is a good guy, but when I am at Mass with him I find myself worrying about how bored he is instead of focusing on God. I think he has taken a “if you don’t have anything nice to say don’t say anything” approach because when I talk about the Church it pretty much ends whatever conversation we are having. We applied for a marriage licence and then I lost my wallet for a few days so had no ID and couldn’t pick it up. I was relieved. I found my wallet but still haven’t gone. I’ve been waiting for him, just once, to ask about it, but I know he’s not going to. All this just builds up resentment, and then we end up arguing over whether or not to return sherbet to the store because it came covered in freezer burn (that was this morning).
It’s hard to choose uncertainty over certainty even if what your certain of is not that great, and it’s really hard to say goodbye to a friend whose been there for you and who doesn’t want you to go.