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Just out of curiosity. If you was still with your wife and this happened to another parishioner at church who asked you for advice. What advice would you give him?
Dont blame God. Look at human factors.but God just said “screw you” and denied it.
Why blame God?He left me alone. He allowed these things to happen. If He cared, He could have instilled some wisdom into her and let her realize the damage she was about to inflict on me. Yet this injury was inflicted on me.
Last comment, was to answer this question.Is the experience worthwhile though?
The years are gonna pass regardless of whether you work on healing or sit around blaming God and wallowing in sadness.Maybe, but usually that takes a lot of time, years, that are gonna be taken away from life.
Absolute injustice.
^^^ This. We have ALL got problems. I’m sure mine would sound small or laughable to some other people, just like other people’s problems might sound minor to me, but each of us has stuff to struggle with. I have a choice in life, I can keep getting up and trying and asking God to help me, or I can sit and have an anxiety attack until I die, which could be tomorrow or 30 years from tomorrow.The years are gonna pass regardless of whether you work on healing or sit around blaming God and wallowing in sadness.
I’m not sure I took the “screw you” as the other posters did… I thought you meant God said “screw you” to the topic of you and your wife not being able to have children - not the whole situation of your wife leaving.We were even trying to make our family grow but God just said “screw you” and denied it.
God knows. He has a plan. Let him pilot… just work on the things you can right now and wait and see what wondrous things are waiting.you don’t know what your life will be like or who will be in it, or what you will be doing 3 years, 5 years, 10 years from now.
I really hope today (and ongoing) is filled with as much love, support and peace for you to heal from this.Firstly, I’m truly sorry you’re going through this. Although I have no idea what you’re going through, I can imagine it being heartbreaking and isolating.
What I can understand though, is your anger towards God, the feeling of abandonment and The feeling of your time have being wasted.
Today was supposed to be a very happy day for me. The 7th of October is the due date of my, very loved , first child. But instead of being happy, I’m sitting on the couch on my own, having buried my daughter seven weeks ago. I found out she was sick when I was 26 weeks and was advised to abort. I did the Catholic thing and continued on with the pregnancy, despite a very grim prognosis, my health declining (my liver starting to fail was the first thing) and the doctors warning me of infertility if I continued. I went on with faith that God would heal my child and she would be used as an example for his glory.
At 32 weeks my water broke. She was born five hours later and died half an hour after that.
Why did she die when I prayed so hard for her? Why did she die when I did the right thing? Why did she die when others who abuse or abort their children are able to have healthy ones?
I was angry. So, so angry. I started to doubt Gods existence. What was the point of being a “good” Catholic If others who do wrong are happier? I now live with the possibility of never having a living child, my dreams ripped from me and the guilt of potentially robbing my husband of children. But I no longer have any anger towards God. I realize now, that whatever happens in regards to kids is what was supposed to happen. I could stay angry at God, but instead I’m choosing to be grateful to him. He gave me my daughter. And although I never heard her cry, saw her eyes open or even held her alive. I HAD her. I felt her move inside me and that is something to be grateful for. If I had aborted her she would have died without being baptized. I now have the chance of seeing her again. I guess my point is, with time things may not seem so bleak. Maybe you’ll see a silver lining. The time spent married, wasn’t time wasted but something you loved, learned and grew from. I forced myself to go to church and pray daily after my daughters death. I had to fight to maintain my relationship with God. Because ultimately it’s worth it. I felt abandoned but I knew he had helped me immensely in the past (my nephew was diagnosed with cancer years ago). He had helped me now. Just not in the way I was expecting. I truly hope you find peace in all this. I’m sure if given the chance you’d fight for your relationship with your wife. Maybe you should fight for your relationship with God.