It was Mother’s Day yesterday, and we hosted my family this year. Once everyone had gone home and our kids were napping, the wife and I sat on the couch to relax.
Me: Can I get you a beer?
Her: Coffee stout please!
Yes, my wife has better taste in beer than your significant other does. You are jealous, as you should be.
Me: I saw Reese at church today. She was on coffee duty.
The wife stayed home to prepare for my family’s arrival. If you haven’t read my previous posts about slowly coming out, Reese is the one friend/church member that my wife told about my loss of faith.
Her: Oh yeah? What did you guys talk about?
Me: Nothing really, I just gave her a big hug and thanked her for being a good friend to you. But she did say “we’ve been there, it’s ok we’ve been there.” What’s that about?
Her: Well you remember when Robert had his severe depression, he didn’t want to go to church. He did see the point of it all. He didn’t think it was worth the time to pray.
Me: Oooo, maybe I shouldn’t tell him that I’m an atheist.
Me: Well, I don’t want to tell a depressed person who has finally found purpose through God that his friend/pastor doesn’t believe in God. I mean, it’d be awkward telling him I’m an atheist.
Her: You do realize that none of your friends [that you’ve come out to] think you’re an atheist.
Me: Damn this is a good coffee stout!
Ok, so I don’t want to challenge my wife’s errant view of my beliefs. This is obviously too much for her to handle all at once, and to be fair I was also in denial about my atheism for months. It’s only been 7 days for her. It’s not really too difficult for me to have patience with her as she process this, but my friends are pissing me off. I’m not sure how many conversations she’s had with my other friends but I’d really appreciate it if they didn’t fill her with false hope.
Looks like I’ll be making some phone calls today.