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Ok, maybe it’s not always that bad, but that’s how I’m feeling right now. I am a very conflicted person. I suffer from bouts of anxiety on a (mostly) daily basis over my ongoing spiritual crisis. I became a Catholic in 2008, but have struggled ever since. Becoming a Catholic was my last, desperate attempt to feel something, anything, spiritual. I was raised LDS and the constant hammering to “feel the spirit” really worked me over and did a number on me. To this day, I have never felt God’s presence, ever. But that’s not even the most significant issue I face. My wife and sons are LDS and did not follow me into Catholicism. At first I had hope that maybe my decision would pique my wife’s curiosity, but she’s just too influenced by Mormon cultural pressures that have convinced her that if she leaves the church our two sons will become confused, they’ll go wild, start using drugs, our family will be punished, I’ll lose my job, etc. etc. Those who were Mormons will know exactly what I’m talking about. On top of that, she doesn’t really care about church or religion or theology. For her it’s all about going to a place with good values that will teach our boys good principles. Sunday school is good enough; she forcefully insists that our boys go to their classes, but will then sit in the car doing makeup or reading something or talking on the cell phone, instead of going to classes for herself. Going to sacrament meeting only happens if we all happen to get up and out the door on time, which is virtually never, even if if the main worship service is in the afternoon. She just doesn’t really care about anything else but making sure our kids have friends with good values and get moral instruction. One church is just as good as the next. My conversion to Catholicism is intellectual, based on a careful review of the evidence. Such things don’t speak to my wife at all. She couldn’t care less whether God is triune or is the Mormon god who is an embodied, resurrected man. She also vehemently opposed to the Church’s strict position on contraception. I must admit that I have problems with it too. I broached NFP with her once and she looked at me like I’d turned green and sprouted antennae. Her view comes from her utter fear of getting pregnant. We’re in our 40s and she has had several surgeries for her reproductive health and she is paranoid of ever becoming pregnant again. Even if an individual priest might give us a pass, she views the Church’s official position on contraception as an intolerant, un-Christian teaching when it comes to people like her. I can’t say that I disagree with her basic point. So I struggle. For a while I even went down the Eastern Orthodox road, actually becoming a catechumen, hoping my wife would be interested enough to look into that with me. But to no avail. Now I’m stuck at the crossroads, looking East and West, unable to choose, since I truly am alone in this journey and I see merit in both positions. On top of all of this, my younger sister and closest (in age and affection) aunt are both gay. I’ve seen how they’ve struggled and were tortured for years to make relationships with men work. I’m suspicious of assertions in their case that their homosexuality is a choice. This is very hard for me. I must also admit that the sexual abuse scandal in the Church drives me crazy. It’s embarrassing. I’m still such a new Catholic and I hate mentioning my conversion to anyone I’m close to because that’s always the first thing that comes up. Hardly any of my life-long friends from childhood and later friends from college/grad school know. All of the latter are atheists and/or lapsed Catholics who usually mock religion. I don’t have any Catholic friends except here on the forum. I never go to Sunday mass for family reasons, so it’s hard to get to know people. Anytime I merely suggest that, maybe, I can try to go to mass, just this once honey, please, she gets horribly upset. She really does fear for our sons and the impact it will have on them. She has asked me point blank to pretend to be a believing Mormon for the sake of my sons. To my shame, I have partly honored this request - not pretending to be Mormon, with all that entails, but pretending that I’m not anything else - especially that I’m not a Catholic [the horror!]. My older boy knows better and has asked me if I’m a Catholic [he’s seen the books laying around], but I just shook my head and told him “I’m nothing; I just love my family”. He asked that question just last week while we were walking in front of the Vatican on our way to the museums and the Sistine Chapel. I blew it!!! I’m so ashamed. What an opportunity that could have been and I let it slip throught my fingers, only because I dread how upset my wife gets. I’m in crisis right now because that experience of visiting the Vatican and St. Peter’s Basilica brought home with huge impact how much I miss the eucharist, how much I love the beauty and glory of Catholicism - Christ’s church!, even if I still do find the Orthodox Divine Liturgy to be even more stunningly beautiful and drenched in scripture.
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