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.