J
JoyToTheWhirled
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I’m trying not to get sucked into self pity, but I also want to be honest about things. Life is a challenge right now, waiting to hear the results of a job interview, kids in the middle of exams, etc. But one of my greatest joys and consolations is my faith and my marriage.
My husband is not a Catholic. He’s a fairly committed Evangelical Anglican, and is supportive in a practical sense, driving me to Mass and so on. But his attitude towards my Catholic faith ranges from mildly antagonistic to dismissively uninterested to the point of hurtful rudeness. Occasionally he intersperses this with curious questions which I do my best to answer. We’ve been married 18 years.
Yesterday, I went on pilgrimage to Walsingham, and it was honestly the best experience I have had since my reception into the church at the Easter Vigil. I have wanted to talk about what I did, what the place was like, show him the pictures and so forth. I don’t expect him to experience a damascene conversion through it, I just want to share a conversation about things which are important to me as much as I listen and take an interest in his worship leading and youth work at his church.
But he is so uninterested, he actually fell asleep while looking at his phone when I was halfway through a sentence explaining that there used to be a railway line that you walk along now. It’s the kind of thing he used to be interested in, just to say I’m not deliberately boring him! He’s constantly on his phone, or watching sport, and seems to have stopped engaging with me when I speak, even though he expects me to respond actively to his long rundowns of his workday or his experience at church.
I am beginning to feel painfully alone, and his disinterest in my life is rubbing me raw. I don’t know want to wallow in ‘poor old me’, but I really would appreciate any advice about how to change my focus so I don’t end every day crying in the kitchen because I might as well share my day with the kettle for all the response I get.
My husband is not a Catholic. He’s a fairly committed Evangelical Anglican, and is supportive in a practical sense, driving me to Mass and so on. But his attitude towards my Catholic faith ranges from mildly antagonistic to dismissively uninterested to the point of hurtful rudeness. Occasionally he intersperses this with curious questions which I do my best to answer. We’ve been married 18 years.
Yesterday, I went on pilgrimage to Walsingham, and it was honestly the best experience I have had since my reception into the church at the Easter Vigil. I have wanted to talk about what I did, what the place was like, show him the pictures and so forth. I don’t expect him to experience a damascene conversion through it, I just want to share a conversation about things which are important to me as much as I listen and take an interest in his worship leading and youth work at his church.
But he is so uninterested, he actually fell asleep while looking at his phone when I was halfway through a sentence explaining that there used to be a railway line that you walk along now. It’s the kind of thing he used to be interested in, just to say I’m not deliberately boring him! He’s constantly on his phone, or watching sport, and seems to have stopped engaging with me when I speak, even though he expects me to respond actively to his long rundowns of his workday or his experience at church.
I am beginning to feel painfully alone, and his disinterest in my life is rubbing me raw. I don’t know want to wallow in ‘poor old me’, but I really would appreciate any advice about how to change my focus so I don’t end every day crying in the kitchen because I might as well share my day with the kettle for all the response I get.