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littlelostsoul
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Warning this may be long and too much information - sorry for putting so much into one post as a brand new member, but I have a very heavy heart tonight and a lot is just coming out lately. I’ve been married to my husband for almost 15 years. We have 7 children. I have been a stay at home mom for the past 12 years, but have tried to go back to school a couple times now and really miss working. My husband just wants me to stay home and make babies. He doesn’t understand why I can’t be just happy with that and he’s not being a jerk about it. He just doesn’t understand how I can’t be fulfilled as wife and other. We wind up having the same fight over and over again. We’ve had plenty of NFP fights and to be honest I don’t mind using NFP, but he’s always a pain in the rear with it. He always snuggling up and making it difficult to abstain even when he says he will. Since he doesn’t care if I get pregnant it’s not a big deal to him. I hate NFP because it makes me think about getting pregnant every month. If I thought giving him baby number 8 would be the magic number I’d go for it. I’m not that opposed to one more, but it’s never going to be one more. He is pretty much in the quiverful camp (not sure if you use that term here). I am just getting more and more depressed about it. I don’t want him unhappy, but I want more than just being a baby maker. He doesn’t understand how motherhood can’t be enough for me. As far as the losing my religion point, he’s just killed my faith. I used to believe in God and have a fairly strong faith, although more Christian than Catholic if I’m honest. Now, I barely believe in God. I go to church and pray for my faith to return, but his attitude towards his faith has just killed it for me. He’s more about following some rules that have been ingrained in his head than he is about truly discovering a deeper faith. He’s consumed by guilt if he doesn’t follow things perfectly, but he doesn’t ever look at anything deeper than we do this just because I’ve always been taught this way. I don’t think God wants us to just believe things because that’s what mommy and daddy told me to believe. As an adult you start to develop stronger, deeper faith. I don’t know though who am I to criticize. At least he believes in God and follows his convictions and with that I feel totally guilty about complaining about him? How can you complain about someone who is trying to do everything right? Anyhow, just really lost, really frustrated, and missing having a God I actually believed in.