by Kiwi » Tue Aug 10, 2010 3:39 am
A brief essay update on the life and times of an atheist married to a christian
Pornography or atheism? That's the unfair question I posed, hypothetically, to my wife, asking her which she'd prefer me to be involved with. She decided she'd rather I was a Christian struggling with pornography than be an atheist. Bear in mind this began light heartedly when she said she was off to bed and I said I still had some stuff to do on the computer, after which she quipped, "surfing a bit of porn, are you?" And I said, "would you rather I was looking at porn than at atheist websites?"
It's a fine balance in our house at the moment. Following Brad's recommendation I have discovered Dale McGowan and his book Parenting Beyond Belief. All about how to raise ethical kids without religion. There was an awkward, slightly chilly moment the other night when my wife found that same book, which I had picked up at the library, lying on a chair in the lounge. Without hiding it, I have tried to be thoughtful about not leaving it lying anywhere too obvious, but I got distracted by a phone call and she spotted it.
Two considerations here: one is that I'm not going to try to undermine my wife's wishes by sneakily raising my kids without religion, but I do want to be prepared for the questions and situations that are coming my way. Hence the book. Second and more important, is that as a result of my decision to abandon my faith, my wife is now tip-toeing around the edge of depression. I can say this with confidence because I've spent four years on anti-depressants myself (largely attributed to the wrestling I did with my own faith). So we both recognize the signs. How she feels is not all my fault, of course, but the faith issue is one monster of a stress machine. I have to bear this in mind and choose my timing wisely for many conversations. (Not leaving an atheist parenting book in plain sight would be a good start.) You know those moments when your partner lies next to you in bed and you know you're in the shit? It was like that after she found the book. She said, quite vehemently, "It just sucks that we are on such different pages about what we believe."
She's right. It does suck. It's bloody hard. And I'm the one who jumped off the family's ship of faith. Not a decision I made lightly and I don't think it's going to get much easier for quite a while, if at all.
A man's got to believe in something. I believe I'll have another drink. W.C.Fields