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4GBPrayerLife
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First post here, long time reader. 
Last year I went through the worldās worst divorce. (Iām sure everyone says that, but just trust me it was bad). Prior to that my husband and I were both very plugged into our parish. When he left I couldnāt count the number of people who stepped up to my side, prayed for my marriage, did anything and everything they could to help me put it back together. It was truly amazing. Sadly, it was to no avail, and honestly for the best.
As soon as it was evident my marriage was over, the fight was up, there was nothing to save, everyone vanished. Everyone who called to check in stopped. All our friends stopped inviting me to things. It got very awkward, and I eventually started to hear the things that were being whispered.
I stopped going to that church. I started looking for a new one. A couple times Iāve tried to get involved, but the second people find out Iām divorced they treat me differently. I met some great women in the divorce recovery programs, but Iām in my early 20ās and lets face it, they arenāt, a lot of them have kids my age.
Priests can stand up and preach about the Catholic Church being welcoming to all, and thereās no stigma on divorce. My priest said that very same thing to me, āno one cares if youāre divorced. It just doesnāt matter hereā. But thatās just not true.
The people who stuck by my side through the ENTIRE thing, and it was a long process, were my friends who are atheists, non-denominational Christians, people who I wasnāt particularly close to before, who have come back into my life with offers of unconditional love and support. Iām grateful for those people. But they are pulling me away from my faith. Not intentionally, they wouldnāt do that, but I just donāt have the passion for it that I used to⦠There were days where I would go to mass twice, because I love it that much, and now Iām lucky if I make time for Sunday mass.
No idea how to get plugged back in or stay strong while figuring it out.
Last year I went through the worldās worst divorce. (Iām sure everyone says that, but just trust me it was bad). Prior to that my husband and I were both very plugged into our parish. When he left I couldnāt count the number of people who stepped up to my side, prayed for my marriage, did anything and everything they could to help me put it back together. It was truly amazing. Sadly, it was to no avail, and honestly for the best.
As soon as it was evident my marriage was over, the fight was up, there was nothing to save, everyone vanished. Everyone who called to check in stopped. All our friends stopped inviting me to things. It got very awkward, and I eventually started to hear the things that were being whispered.
I stopped going to that church. I started looking for a new one. A couple times Iāve tried to get involved, but the second people find out Iām divorced they treat me differently. I met some great women in the divorce recovery programs, but Iām in my early 20ās and lets face it, they arenāt, a lot of them have kids my age.
Priests can stand up and preach about the Catholic Church being welcoming to all, and thereās no stigma on divorce. My priest said that very same thing to me, āno one cares if youāre divorced. It just doesnāt matter hereā. But thatās just not true.
The people who stuck by my side through the ENTIRE thing, and it was a long process, were my friends who are atheists, non-denominational Christians, people who I wasnāt particularly close to before, who have come back into my life with offers of unconditional love and support. Iām grateful for those people. But they are pulling me away from my faith. Not intentionally, they wouldnāt do that, but I just donāt have the passion for it that I used to⦠There were days where I would go to mass twice, because I love it that much, and now Iām lucky if I make time for Sunday mass.
No idea how to get plugged back in or stay strong while figuring it out.