moksha wrote:Meadowchik wrote:Chalk it up to my own ignorance, please! ;)
Not to be overly competitive, but I bet my ignorance is bigger than your ignorance.
I don't know about that ;)
moksha wrote:Meadowchik wrote:Chalk it up to my own ignorance, please! ;)
Not to be overly competitive, but I bet my ignorance is bigger than your ignorance.
Jesse Pinkman wrote:When I was married to my ex, I hated the drive to Church. It always took me forever to get the kids and myself ready to go, and we were usually running late. My ex was always seething in the car the whole way to Church. I was normally both exhausted and worried about what his wrath would be like later. Not a very Churchlike mood to be in.
Strangely enough, after the divorce, when it was just my son and I getting ready, there was no worry about my ex’s wrath, so the drive was actually kind of nice. Like you, Meadowchik, we live in an area where there are a lot of pretty churches and cathedrals. I could actually enjoy looking at some of those things. I had no idea that the emotional abuse I was suffering while married to my ex was such a distraction from actually enjoying going places.
bcuzbcuz wrote:Jesse Pinkman wrote:When I was married to my ex, I hated the drive to Church. It always took me forever to get the kids and myself ready to go, and we were usually running late. My ex was always seething in the car the whole way to Church. I was normally both exhausted and worried about what his wrath would be like later. Not a very Churchlike mood to be in.
Strangely enough, after the divorce, when it was just my son and I getting ready, there was no worry about my ex’s wrath, so the drive was actually kind of nice. Like you, Meadowchik, we live in an area where there are a lot of pretty churches and cathedrals. I could actually enjoy looking at some of those things. I had no idea that the emotional abuse I was suffering while married to my ex was such a distraction from actually enjoying going places.
Sadly, I was the same type of a**hole as your ex. Back then we had priesthood meeting, then a break, in order to pick up family, then Sunday School, a new break for Sunday dinner, then sacrament meeting in the evening. It was stress times stress times stress. I had multiple opportunities to make life sour for everyone around.
When we left the church my wife said that Sunday was the least restful day in the week. Then we got divorced (just leaving the church didn't mean I went from being an a**hole to a nice guy).
It took years of therapy for me to change. Well, first of all I had to recognise that I was an a**hole, then the change could begin. 9 years later we re-married each other. But we never ever again spent Sundays stressing to church, no matter how nice the drive. I envy that your drive can be spent enjoying the drive. I don't envy the 3 hours of brain numbing blah-blah