Hello everyone! I'm hoping I can find some peace and support here. I am a fairly new christian, about 2 yrs. After having my first son, I can't explain it, but I had this overwhelming desire to come back to the church. As a child, I was raised in a Luthern household, went to church every Sunday, but as soon as I moved out on my own, God became less of a priority as it seems to happen with a lot of teenagers. Anyway,years later, after having my son, I felt this sudden strong pull to come back to the church. I found a church I loved, and started attending regularly. My husband was raised Catholic, but never attended church regularly. I was so happy with this new found passion for Christ I had again. I wanted so badly to share it with someone. I asked my husband to please come to church with me and he said no. He has never come with me. I should tell you that before kids, we were definitely living an un-christian lifestyle. Drinking, partying, nothing I'm proud of at all. My husband still wants to live like that but I refuse. He tells me now that I'm a "goody goody", rolls his eyes and makes sighing noises if he sees me reading my bible, he even got upset when he heard my son watching the Veggie Tales video that I bought him when he heard a quote from the bible. He also checks out other women in front of me and makes open comments as if he his attempting to make me jealous or try and tell me he is going to leave if I don't start looking/acting more like them. Church is a really sore subject with us. I sometimes feel sad when I go to church and see a husband and wife together with the husband having his arm lovingly around his wife and see the joy they are sharing in their time together at church. I wish I had that. Tonight we got into a huge fight, and this is why I sought out and found this forum. We started argueing over something stupid, and it started escalating. He started using the "f" word with every other word in front of our 3 yr. old son and I begged him to stop. That made him do it even more. He was screaming "f" that and "f" you so I grabbed my son and we sat in the backyard until I heard the bedroom door slam and he went to bed. I just get so sad about the situation I don't know what do sometimes besides pray. It just can be so difficult. Sorry to ramble, I'm just hoping to find some people in similar situations and share advice and prayers.
God Bless,
Candyca
God Bless,
Candyca
