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I’m still pretty early in my deconstruction, but I think I’m becoming more comfortable describing myself as a cultural Christian. I believe there is a God or some kind of creator, but I don’t believe I know what that is, and I’m not convinced the Bible has the answer to that question.

At the same time, I don’t feel the need to completely separate myself from Christianity. I think the Bible contains some great lessons and can provide a good moral foundation. I also think church can be a great source of community, tradition, and connection that I can attest to, as I was raised going to church every Sunday and being involved. There are parts of Christianity that I still value even though I no longer believe all of the supernatural or doctrinal aspects of it.

This has also been interesting to navigate within my family. My husband still identifies as Christian and believes in Jesus. Recently, I asked him more specifically what he believes, and when he answered “religion and Jesus,” I kept asking questions because I genuinely wanted to understand what those things mean to him and which aspects he believes.

Looking back, I realize it may have felt like I was trying to debate or challenge his beliefs when I was really trying to understand them. As his wife, I do want to understand his worldview, but I’m also realizing that not everyone feels the same need to dissect and question their beliefs that I currently do.

We also have a young child, so I’m thinking about what Christianity, church, and religion will look like for our family as my beliefs evolve. I don’t necessarily have a problem with raising our family around some Christian traditions or attending church.

I just don’t believe Christianity is a requirement for living a full and meaningful life. I’m also okay with the unknown when it comes to what happens after we die. I don’t believe in heaven or hell.

I personally believe our consciousness is some form of energy, and since energy can’t be created or destroyed, I think it continues or transforms in some way after we die. I don’t know what that looks like, and I’m comfortable not knowing until that day comes. But that’s probably a conversation for a different thread lol.

Finding this community has been really refreshing because I’ve been feeling isolated in my thoughts.

I’d love to hear from anyone who landed somewhere similar. Are you still culturally Christian after deconstructing? What does that look like for you, especially if your spouse or family still believes?

My husband (30M) and I (30F) got into another argument today, and I ended up telling him I wanted a divorce. Now I’m sitting here wondering if I’m losing my mind because the actual argument sounds so… petty.

For example, today he told me he’d be gone most of the day tomorrow because he had several plans. I had been with our toddler all day today while he was out running errands, so I told him I was hoping to have a couple of hours to myself to go to Costco, TJ Maxx, or Target alone for my mental health.

Instead of just saying, “No problem,” or even asking what I wanted to do, he immediately seemed irritated and said he’d just take our son to his mom’s. The problem wasn’t the solution…I appreciated that. It was the frustration and defensiveness that came with it. It made me feel like expressing a need was an inconvenience.

That’s what every argument feels like.

It’s never about cheating, abuse, finances, or anything huge. It’s always these little everyday moments where I try to communicate that something bothered me or that I need something, and somehow it turns into tension, defensiveness, or an argument. Then we end up arguing about how we’re communicating instead of the original issue.

By itself, today’s argument sounds ridiculous. Most of our arguments do. But after years of this, I feel anxious before bringing up even the smallest concern because I already know how it’s probably going to go.

I don’t expect him to agree with me all the time. I don’t expect us to never argue. I just want to be able to say, “Hey, this hurt my feelings,” or “I need a break,” without feeling like I’ve started a fight.

Today I finally blurted out that I wanted a divorce. I honestly don’t even know if I mean it, or if I’m just emotionally exhausted from having the same communication issue over and over.

Has anyone else experienced this? Did you end up divorcing over what seemed like “small” issues that were really part of a bigger communication pattern? Or were you able to fix it? What actually helped?

Edit: I appreciate everyone’s perspectives. I really do. I love my husband so, so much, and I genuinely don’t want to imagine a life where we’re not together. But it’s mentally draining to keep having the same type of arguments over and over.

I also realize me blurting out that I wanted a divorce sounds extreme. It was something I said out of frustration after constantly feeling misunderstood or made to feel bad for bringing up something…the”small” things.

Also… not too much on my husband being a bad dad. 😭 He really is a great father. Remember, you’re only getting a snapshot of our relationship, and there’s a lot of context missing. Maybe I didn’t pick the best example to explain the issue, but sometimes mama just wants a little time to herself without feeling like she has to justify it.

The point of this post isn’t whether he’s a good dad. It’s that I want us to get better at hearing each other. I want to be able to bring up concerns without it turning into defensiveness or an argument every time bc I can’t deal with that for the rest of my life. That’s the part that’s wearing me down, and that’s what I’m hoping we can fix.

My husband wants another child and I’m honestly so conflicted.

Part of me feels like I should want another because I always pictured 2 kids. My husband wants our son to have a sibling so he doesn’t have to go through life alone. I get it. But I also don’t know if that’s a good enough reason to bring another whole human into the world.

I actually like our life right now. One kid feels…easy? Or at least manageable. We have our routines, we can still breathe financially, and life doesn’t feel like complete survival mode anymore.

For context, I’m the oldest of 4 and was parentified a lot growing up. Our house was chaotic. My parents were stressed, money was tight, and they ended up divorcing when I was 18. I used to literally wish I was an only child because everything always felt so overwhelming.

Now as an adult, I’m terrified of recreating that.

Financially we’re okay, but we also have student loans, debt, and life is expensive. Another child feels like one more thing that could push us from comfortable to stressed.

And if I’m being REALLY honest…I already feel like the default parent a lot. My husband is a great dad, but if someone doesn’t feel like doing bath time, bedtime, cooking dinner, or keeping track of everything, it usually falls on me. With one kid, I can handle it. With two? I’m scared I’ll become miserable.

My brain also goes to dark places like, what if another kid strains our marriage? What if I lose myself? What if I secretly end up happier with split custody because at least I’d get a break sometimes? And then I feel awful for even thinking that.

We’re still in baby/toddler mode and once we pack up all the baby stuff, I honestly can’t picture starting over.

I’m worried my husband will resent me if we stop at one. I’m worried I’ll feel guilty my son doesn’t have a sibling. I’m worried I’ll regret another child. I’m worried I’ll regret not having one.

Did anyone else feel like this? How did you figure out if you truly wanted another kid or if guilt/fear was driving the decision?

TLDR: Husband wants a second child. I like our life with one, worry about finances, being the default parent, repeating my childhood, and potentially hurting my marriage. Scared I’ll regret either decision.

My husband wants another child and I’m honestly so conflicted.

Part of me feels like I should want another because I always pictured 2 kids. My husband wants our son to have a sibling so he doesn’t have to go through life alone. I get it. But I also don’t know if that’s a good enough reason to bring another whole human into the world.

I actually like our life right now. One kid feels…easy? Or at least manageable. We have our routines, we can still breathe financially, and life doesn’t feel like complete survival mode anymore.

For context, I’m the oldest of 4 and was parentified a lot growing up. Our house was chaotic. My parents were stressed, money was tight, and they ended up divorcing when I was 18. I used to literally wish I was an only child because everything always felt so overwhelming.

Now as an adult, I’m terrified of recreating that.

Financially we’re okay, but we also have student loans, debt, and life is expensive. Another child feels like one more thing that could push us from comfortable to stressed.

And if I’m being REALLY honest…I already feel like the default parent a lot. My husband is a great dad, but if someone doesn’t feel like doing bath time, bedtime, cooking dinner, or keeping track of everything, it usually falls on me. With one kid, I can handle it. With two? I’m scared I’ll become miserable.

My brain also goes to dark places like, what if another kid strains our marriage? What if I lose myself? What if I secretly end up happier with split custody because at least I’d get a break sometimes? And then I feel awful for even thinking that.

We’re still in baby/toddler mode and once we pack up all the baby stuff, I honestly can’t picture starting over.

I’m worried my husband will resent me if we stop at one. I’m worried I’ll feel guilty my son doesn’t have a sibling. I’m worried I’ll regret another child. I’m worried I’ll regret not having one.

Did anyone else feel like this? How did you figure out if you truly wanted another kid or if guilt/fear was driving the decision?

TLDR: Husband wants a second child. I like our life with one, worry about finances, being the default parent, repeating my childhood, and potentially hurting my marriage. Scared I’ll regret either decision.