So I Married an Atheist (Not an Axe Murderer)

I always figured I would end up marrying a nice Catholic girl. That’s why I can’t help but laugh at the fact that my wife is…an ATHEIST.

Relax, I said “Atheist”, not “axe murderer.” Besides, she can’t stand the sight of blood so it’s not likely she would be able to put “axe murderer” on her resume. Atheists are people too, you know.

My wife grew up in a Baptist household, which, I think, has a little teeny bit to do with why she’s an Atheist. If I grew up Baptist I’d probably be an Atheist too (kidding! Well, sorta😉). The whole fire-and-brimstone thing has a way of turning a lot of people off, after all.

I mean, I love pizza, but if somebody started shoving pizza down my throat, every day, then I probably wouldn’t enjoy it as much.

Her Atheism doesn’t affect my beliefs as a practicing Catholic, even if me practicing Catholicism is akin to Dwight Howard being a practicing free-throw shooter. I still go to Mass every week, Confession every now and then, and I pray before I go to bed. I don’t say this to be all pious and shit, just to illustrate my point.

She’ll mess with me about it, crack a joke here and there, but she doesn’t discourage me from practicing my faith and I appreciate that.

That’s one of the reasons I married her. Well, that and the fact that she’s not an axe murderer.

14 thoughts on “So I Married an Atheist (Not an Axe Murderer)

  1. This is beautiful. I grew up a Jehovah’s Witness, so I deal with the shaming from my family for not believing in God the way I should. I’m not an atheist, maybe agnostic, I don’t know. I like having the freedom to explore and I don’t judge anyone for their personal beliefs like I used to. And it’s very right of you not to make assumptions about where people will go, if they go anywhere. They might just rot in the ground. 🙂

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  2. My grandfather, born in 1894, was sent to a Catholic orphanage in Michigan from age 11 to 16. After that, he hated the church and all priests with a murderous passion. BUT my grandmother was quite devout, so he didn’t object to his 5 sons being raised Catholic, and he would drive her to Mass every Sunday and wait in his car in the parking lot while she worshiped. They were married 56 years until her death.

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