I had “known” he was the one for a long time. We both knew that we knew it. There was no doubt. My parents supported it. My mother was engrossed in it. Things were great.
Then he surprised me with the fact that he no longer or never did find going to any church service important. I had not considered marrying a Catholic all that important until he started talking about converting. I began dreaming about going to Mass together as a family and had held that dream for over a year. I started picturing my life with God and church as something completely seperate from a life with my husband. I didn’t like the idea and for the first time I since I’d been so sure, I questioned whether I wanted to marry him. I was bothered by this and I asked him if he had ever questioned it since and he said no, but then expressed he was hurt that it had crossed my mind because of something as petty as religion. I told him I needed time to pray and discern what was going on in my heart. I spent a good portion of the rest of the day in prayer and discussing things with my Dad. Ultimately I decided the relationship was still valuable enough to continue but that I needed to change my approach to it with a more discerning eye. I felt I had spiritually grown and reached a new level of wisdom or something about how to approach my dating relationship. My Dad complimented me for this and told me I was becoming wiser.
I called him up to talk and discuss with him what I had discerned. He said some statements that confused me till I asked him “wait are you saying you’re now unsure about this?” I asked him if he was thinking about breaking up and he said he was thinking about it. He would not explain to me clearly what he was thinking and kept insisting he wanted to talk to someone else. He then asked to speak to my mom. He spoke to my mom on the phone for a half an hour. My mom said he talked in circles the entire time and she did not understand what he was getting at. I spoke to him before I went to bed and he said he’d get back to me with his decision the next day. I spoke to him the following afternoon and he seemed amazingly cheerful and far more at ease than the previous day, but didn’t bring up the subject. Finally I brought it up. He insisted we had broken up the previous day and would not tell me why he’d made his decision. He denied all my direct questions “Is it this reason? Is it this reason?” I had to learn to live with no resolution or explanation that I found could be understood. I questioned his honesty and openness with me and ultimately decided my confusion was due to him not being open with me about much at all. His lack of openness seemingly made it seem like he had gone from extreemly in love and dedicated to me to just overnight changing his mind with no explanation.
I came to realize that judging a relationship by gut feelings of just “knowing” like its some spiritual sign from God that this person is a part of your destiny is romantic nonsense. I realized that when Christ spoke about marriages, he was speaking to a culture with arranged marriages, he was affirming the institution of marriage, not the notion of romantic love or soulmates. In the end, who you marry is your choice and how in love you were before you married really has no bearing on how well you love each other in a marriage. If anything it creates false expectations for marriage where its considered normal to leave that “honeymoon” stage and then finally realize that your spouse isn’t perfect and gets on your nerves.
I don’t believe in “the one.” I’m not a romantic. I believe God designed marriage not so that couples can keep the flame alive, but so that couples can learn to love each other more and more sincerely and genuinely every day. My Dad has always said he loves my mom more and more everyday. He’s not the romantic. My Mom loves my Dad, but she is a romantic and seems to fail to acknowledge that her levels of comfort, appreciation, care…etc…that’s all authentic love. That fletting excitement she felt when their relationship with fresh is an egotistical “love.” And I do think my Mom and Dad have a great relationship. I just realized that while they do, Mom doesn’t understand why they do. She thinks its because “she knew”, but its really because they both mutually choose love everyday. And I think because my Dad knows its a choice, he’s far more willful about his duty to love her and I think does a better job at loving her than she does loving him. So ultimately I learned Dad’s got the wisdom. Mom’s still believing in fairy tales.