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Here is an update on my situation.
On Sunday, I woke up in the morning to my son jumping on the bed, and I went downstairs where my wife was standing in the kitchen. I went to grab the coffee pot, but she was intending to make her coffee first (she uses half-caf, and I like dark, so we make our coffee separately). She said, “I was going to make a pot of coffee,” and I said, “Ok, I was just woken up by our son, but I was hoping to sleep in a little bit more.” It was not meant to be an accusation, just a statement to explain why I hadn’t been more considerate in reaching for the coffee without asking her if she wanted to make some first. Then, she starts to complain that our son told her I would take him to see Star Trek – a PG-13 movie and my son is half that age. I had not told him this, but I think our son was manipulating her… Anyway, I told her that I was not yet awake and not prepared for a confrontation discussion – could she give me a half hour to pull myself together? – and I walked upstairs. She followed me upstairs and continued in a very grating voice to badger me about it, and I asked politely again if we could postpone the discussion until was more awake. She continued anyway…So, we had the discussion, despite my protests. She was nice enough to make me some coffee and bring it upstairs to me when it was done.
So, we went to Mass. After Mass they announced there were rosaries and other items for sale downstairs. I said I wanted to go look and see what they had. My wife objected, complaining about money problems, and I reminded her that I had spending money leftover in my wallet in case I wanted to buy something. (By the way, I work a full-time job plus two part-time jobs and she stays home). She continued to complain and protest. I told her, “Well, you’re not the boss,” and continued to walk downstairs. As it turned out, there was nothing I wanted, but my son picked up two free cd’s – one about the rosary and another about the Mass, and I gave them a $2.00 donation.
Even though, I spent only $2.00 at the display (mind you, I never spend more money than I budget in my spending money, and had plenty in the budget – $2 is a drop in the bucket) – she continued to lambast me on the way out to the car. I asked her politely to stop complaining, because I had not overspent. She continued. Finally, after asking her repeatedly to be quiet, I lost it, and screamed at her repeatedly to “shut up” while I pounded my fist into the dashboard. (My fist is still in pain incidently). I really was at the end of my rope. After that, she was quiet for a change.
When we got home, we began to discuss the situation, and was interupted by a visit from family. But ultimately we ended up talking about issues until about 2am in the morning. We have moved to a new city, and she is feeling vulnerable in a new city, so that is part of the issue. She is also having a hard time making new friends (not really, but that is her perception – in actuality, she is making new friends rapidly – but they are not yet of the same level of intimacy that she had developed with her old friends over four years).
Whenever I pressed her on what she meant about me being a fundamentalist or whatever – she was using these terms in ways that I different than their technical and typical meaning. For her, it means just basically believing in Catholicism, going to Church, saying prayers, watching EWTN – just having a Catholic identity. We did not fully clarify what that is about, and her problem with it. But it seems, based on our conversation, that she believes (incorrectly) that I am secretely judging her expression of religion. I pointed out to her that this was a projection – I am not judging her, and that in fact, it was her who was judging MY expression of religion. I started to point out all the ways she has criticized my religious expression, and when I asked her to point out concretely how I had criticized her, she could only point out one thing – a time ten years ago, before my return to the Church, when I made fun of her when she was listening to Contemporary Christian music (I’m not a fan – but can appreciate it more now). So, it was interesting. I didn’t realize that she was feeling judged…
Then, it came out. When she was a teenager, she had an abortion. She has been through Rachel’s Vineyard, and confessed, but she still deals with a lot of guilt and shame about it. Since we moved back to the town we had lived previously, our new Church’s pastor is the same priest who led the Rachel’s Vineyard program she took, and going to Mass brings up a lot of those memories.
So, now I am putting two and two together. She is feeling guilty about the abortion, and is not even sure she can say that she would do things differently if faced with the same situation. So, she has a moral struggle, and is not completely one with her Catholic identity. What does she do? As I exert my own Catholic identity, her own guilt and shame about the abortion is projected onto me – she believes I am secretely judging her for the abortion, and that in fact all along I really have condemned her for it, but never admitted to it – which is not true. I was pro-choice when we met, but only recently changed my opinion when I renewed my faith. Anyway…
So, I think the past abortion is sort of an elephant in the room here… That’s what seems to have come to light. After the discussion, and letting all that out, she is doing better, and being nicer to me. We had some nice make-up sex too (she still did not have an orgasm, but one thing at a time…).
On Sunday, I woke up in the morning to my son jumping on the bed, and I went downstairs where my wife was standing in the kitchen. I went to grab the coffee pot, but she was intending to make her coffee first (she uses half-caf, and I like dark, so we make our coffee separately). She said, “I was going to make a pot of coffee,” and I said, “Ok, I was just woken up by our son, but I was hoping to sleep in a little bit more.” It was not meant to be an accusation, just a statement to explain why I hadn’t been more considerate in reaching for the coffee without asking her if she wanted to make some first. Then, she starts to complain that our son told her I would take him to see Star Trek – a PG-13 movie and my son is half that age. I had not told him this, but I think our son was manipulating her… Anyway, I told her that I was not yet awake and not prepared for a confrontation discussion – could she give me a half hour to pull myself together? – and I walked upstairs. She followed me upstairs and continued in a very grating voice to badger me about it, and I asked politely again if we could postpone the discussion until was more awake. She continued anyway…So, we had the discussion, despite my protests. She was nice enough to make me some coffee and bring it upstairs to me when it was done.
So, we went to Mass. After Mass they announced there were rosaries and other items for sale downstairs. I said I wanted to go look and see what they had. My wife objected, complaining about money problems, and I reminded her that I had spending money leftover in my wallet in case I wanted to buy something. (By the way, I work a full-time job plus two part-time jobs and she stays home). She continued to complain and protest. I told her, “Well, you’re not the boss,” and continued to walk downstairs. As it turned out, there was nothing I wanted, but my son picked up two free cd’s – one about the rosary and another about the Mass, and I gave them a $2.00 donation.
Even though, I spent only $2.00 at the display (mind you, I never spend more money than I budget in my spending money, and had plenty in the budget – $2 is a drop in the bucket) – she continued to lambast me on the way out to the car. I asked her politely to stop complaining, because I had not overspent. She continued. Finally, after asking her repeatedly to be quiet, I lost it, and screamed at her repeatedly to “shut up” while I pounded my fist into the dashboard. (My fist is still in pain incidently). I really was at the end of my rope. After that, she was quiet for a change.
When we got home, we began to discuss the situation, and was interupted by a visit from family. But ultimately we ended up talking about issues until about 2am in the morning. We have moved to a new city, and she is feeling vulnerable in a new city, so that is part of the issue. She is also having a hard time making new friends (not really, but that is her perception – in actuality, she is making new friends rapidly – but they are not yet of the same level of intimacy that she had developed with her old friends over four years).
Whenever I pressed her on what she meant about me being a fundamentalist or whatever – she was using these terms in ways that I different than their technical and typical meaning. For her, it means just basically believing in Catholicism, going to Church, saying prayers, watching EWTN – just having a Catholic identity. We did not fully clarify what that is about, and her problem with it. But it seems, based on our conversation, that she believes (incorrectly) that I am secretely judging her expression of religion. I pointed out to her that this was a projection – I am not judging her, and that in fact, it was her who was judging MY expression of religion. I started to point out all the ways she has criticized my religious expression, and when I asked her to point out concretely how I had criticized her, she could only point out one thing – a time ten years ago, before my return to the Church, when I made fun of her when she was listening to Contemporary Christian music (I’m not a fan – but can appreciate it more now). So, it was interesting. I didn’t realize that she was feeling judged…
Then, it came out. When she was a teenager, she had an abortion. She has been through Rachel’s Vineyard, and confessed, but she still deals with a lot of guilt and shame about it. Since we moved back to the town we had lived previously, our new Church’s pastor is the same priest who led the Rachel’s Vineyard program she took, and going to Mass brings up a lot of those memories.
So, now I am putting two and two together. She is feeling guilty about the abortion, and is not even sure she can say that she would do things differently if faced with the same situation. So, she has a moral struggle, and is not completely one with her Catholic identity. What does she do? As I exert my own Catholic identity, her own guilt and shame about the abortion is projected onto me – she believes I am secretely judging her for the abortion, and that in fact all along I really have condemned her for it, but never admitted to it – which is not true. I was pro-choice when we met, but only recently changed my opinion when I renewed my faith. Anyway…
So, I think the past abortion is sort of an elephant in the room here… That’s what seems to have come to light. After the discussion, and letting all that out, she is doing better, and being nicer to me. We had some nice make-up sex too (she still did not have an orgasm, but one thing at a time…).