My beloved husband of nine months doesn’t believe in anything. Well, he believes in himself and that is all. No supreme being, no force, no spiritual significance-just dust when we die. I can’t seem to convince him that something must be out there. He has seen people die before- that very moment when all at once, only a body remains. That essence of our personalities, our mind, spirit or soul is gone.

I, personally feel like a spiritual person, a believer, even though we are soo very human! But I am not compelled to re-enter the “church world” after so many years of being involved in it.

But a dilemma came today- aggravated by his mom’s insistence that because she is Orthodox, that we must be also. I heavily disagreed ( in my stuttering Romanian language). He disagreed also, but we got to talking and he said, “You will never go to church, never!”

I replied, ” Sure I will if I want too.”

“No. If you go to church, I will divorce you.” he said.

“You’ve got to be kidding. I can never go to church?”

“No, never.” he said.

Well, I’m an American woman and proud of it. I detest being forbidden anything that has no real evidence of harm. Actually, I have no real interest in going to church at this moment but I don’t want to be forbidden, because I believe every person is responsible for his or her beliefs, ultimately. Plus there are some pretty cool churches in the U.S.

It tried to explain the difference between Orthodox and non-denominational churches in America, but he has no concept of the difference. Just flat-no. Oh my goodness! He is so funny!

But what do you do in this situation? Hopefully its just another cultural abberation I have to accept in his personality and not the nail in the coffin, (as it were). Maybe I should write a book- How I married a Romanian man and lived to tell about it! ….more exerpts from my funny husband later……