u/badluckgabby

I’ll try to keep it short. I’m just irritated. Husband and I moved to a new town for his work. About 3 hours away from our old place. Renting a nice townhouse in a quiet neighborhood. I’m still looking for a job, but taking my time as it’s not a huge rush. I leave the house everyday either to take my husband lunch or run errands.

Landlord (who lives in the townhouse adjacent to us) has texted me about “what am I up to” basically. She called my husband AT WORK to ask HIM if I was working or if something was wrong with my car because “it’s here a lot of the time.”

People around town & church (we all live in the same two neighborhoods) have stopped me in the grocery store asking “what are you doing? Why aren’t you at work?” when THEY are ALSO IN THE STORE AT 8 AM ON A TUESDAY!!!!!!

I’m substitute teaching part-time while I look for a steady gig, and I’m taking classes at night at the local CC to update my teaching cert, but WHY do I have to explain that to anyone???!!! I’m going berserk. I get asked about working/having a job/what I’m doing with my time EVERYDAY!!!!!!

Like damn…can’t a girl read a book on her porch??? My husband pays the bills!!! Wtf!!!!!

A friend of mine is looking for a replacement of her childhood blanket. She was bitten by a dog as a kid and the blanket (with bodily evidence on it) was kept by the hospital she went to.

She says it was white with a crocodile or alligator on it (maybe Christopher Crocodile) and he may have been wearing a pirate hat or something similar on his head. I don’t think the character was repeating, so it would have just been the one picture on it. She describes it as being kind of like a “napkin”, so maybe not full blanket or throw size, and maybe more like a towel size. But again, this was when she was a kid in the 90s so memory could be skewed there.

I’m not exactly hoping for the very one she had, but something similar would be great! Thanks so much and we love you!

Very lost and losing sleep over this. Husband and I have been married for a little over 3 years. He started a new job recently as a Youth Pastor/Worship Leader. Previously he had a job as a Logistics Broker (he made good money and I was able to quit working full time).

Now, we are relocated a few hours away from our old home, in a new town, and no (not church related) friends yet. I am not religious at all. I have no desire or need to worship in anything. When we met, he was freshly divorced and did not attend church. Simply put, I was raised Catholic and his father is a Minister, so I thought we had a major thing in common by both rejecting the ways we were brought up. Over time, he decided he believed, which is fine, I feel like everyone should have the choice to do what makes sense to them. I didn’t think we’d ever even talk about it.

The last year has been a huge shift for us. He started playing with a church worship team for fun, which then turned into a part-time position, which progressed into him leaving his sales job (we both agreed he should look into a different industry) and then him accepting this position.

I have zero interest in attending church. I left teaching last year because I realized I don’t like kids enough to spend all my time around them. I don’t like eating food I can’t see prepared myself. We’ve already been invited to so many lunches because we’re “new” and everyone wants to meet us. Now I know I’m going to come off strange because I won’t eat what these people serve. I don’t like “sitting with the women” and talking about kids or cooking or church or community events or any of that pedantic stuff that fills polite table talk.

The most interested I’ve been in a conversation in about 3 weeks has been bringing up a true crime documentary and immediately realizing that these ladies spell out words like “murder” and “killing” aloud letter by letter to avoid saying them. It’s maddening and infantile and I can feel my energy just exiting left. I’m assuming already that I will try to go back to work, maybe even two jobs to keep me busy.

How will I live among these people? What should I do to make this bearable for me and not disappoint my husband? I want him to be happy more than anything, but I know I will not ever be close to happy as a Pastor’s wife. Hardcore southern Global Methodists, somehow they are even less fun than Catholics. Advice appreciated.