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montanaman - your comment about kissing a Protestant cracked me up. Funny funny
Now back to me. (just kidding) (sort of) I am feeling so sad about this break up. Like frantic sadness. What if I regret it for the rest of my life? Maybe we could make the 2 religions-thing work? He is the most wonderful person (funny/smart/kind/loves me) and I’m so afraid I’ll not meet another person like him. He loves God more than most Catholics I know - doesn’t that count for something? As someone said earlier, former Protestants make the best Catholics…maybe one day he’ll see the light of the Catholic Church…
Christine,How do I know if this is the right decision? I am so sad right now - and pretty much terrified. I don’t want to make this a dating column, but I really need some Catholic help.
Based on my current relationship, I might have to revise my opinion about inter-faith relationships. It IS possible, perhaps, but then, we haven’t really gotten into it. She did say this evening, “What’s a nice Catholic like you doing with a Protestant girl like me?” It was funny, but tinged with something else…
Anyway, don’t be sad. Well, that’s easy to say, but maybe you know that there’s always another guy out there. He probably won’t be everything you’re looking for, but who is? (I’ve given up on the hope that I’ll find a guitar-playin’, cosmo-drinking, orthodox Catholic hippie-chick). I’ll assume your ex was a good guy on many levels because you loved (love) him, but just imagine–there’s very likely a guy out there who will make this guy look like dog doo. Yeah, we get impatient, we want that other person NOW, dang it, but timing accounts for a lot. God wants you to be ready, wants him to be ready, whoever he is, and THEN he’ll have you guys run into each other at the grocery store. Or the gas station. Or, better yet, while having coffee and doughnuts at church.
If you’ve been through a few painful breakups–like I have–then you probably also know that only time will get you back to that strong piece of mind. But while it takes a while, time ALWAYS makes it right. I promise you that. I had a girl break up with me, move in with some dude right away, and had kids soon after that. She named one after my sister, and gave the other the name of the first girl we would have had. It took three years to be completely over her. But you know what? I was stronger than ever afterward.
Don’t torture yourself. Don’t dwell on “your places,” or think about what he’s doing now. It doesn’t matter, because soon you’ll have new places with someone else, and you’ll be spending time with someone else. I promise, it gets better.
Anyway, enough pep talk. Hang in there. If you’re anywhere near D.C. or Northern Virginia, I’ll buy you a beer and talk about what pigs men are. I know, believe me, I know. I’m in the boy club, after all…