He's even admitted he hopes I'll "come around." I get so defensive and angry, I start throwing out obtuse generalizations like "religion has oppressed women for centuries!" to which he replies: "If you look at the way Jesus was portrayed in the Bible, he was the most radical empowerer of women of all time." He may be right (it's been a while since I perused the Good Book), but I'd still like to let out a long sigh here.
Well, his Christian God (a God I don't believe in).Tall Dark Handsome), and my only stress would be dealing with the woes of getting my nearly-perfect children into the right schools.But like many women, I always knew I had some things I needed to do on my own before I even considered crossing the altar with someone (travel the world, kiss a girl, learn a romance language), but I never thought I'd be at the point where I'd have to actively look for love the way I have been over the last few years.It started out as one of those close friendships that blossomed into something deeper over a three-year period (don't they say those are the best kinds? I grew up in a household where religion was non-existent.), but the deeper we went, the more I realized how much value he places on the Christian community from which he sprung, and just how important his faith is to him. Dad is a staunch atheist, mom a wayward Hindu (she eats Big Macs and never prays).