In a little over two weeks my husband and I will have been married two years, although we’ve been together for just over four (the anniversary of our first date was February 1st).

I know when I got out of college I never thought I would be married and have a child before I was thirty, in fact the idea of coupling with anyone again would have made me laugh hard and directly in a person’s face (which I actually did on one occasion when ’something more’ was proposed to me by an ex who wanted to ‘be friends’ now that he was back in town). I was hurting, and rightly so considering things which happened, that I will not get into.

My now husband was with someone, and even though deep down in I thought he was cute and was very jealous and resentful towards his girlfriend it’s very much for the best that he wasn’t single and looking when I came home because if we had hooked up I doubt things would have gone nearly so well as they are now. I had time to heal, and at least start to find my feet again, and he had time too, and now we fit together.

I know it weirds people out greatly to hear and see us together, while we both have a penchant for darker clothing, his goes with crosses and mine goes with pentacles. He’s a Catholic and a police officer, I’m a pagan, a hypnotherapist and a fortune teller. It gets us countless funny looks especially now that we’re going around with the munchkin in tow, ohmigosh not only are they together but they bred that poor child!! I’m sure runs through many people’s minds. But our relationship is based on more than just faith, we have a lot of common ground in tastes in movies, books and extra-’curricular’ activities.

How does it work being so radically different in faiths? It works because we respect each other. When we started dating I knew he was Catholic and that I wasn’t. I knew I could never be Catholic. I explained that to him. He said that it was fine, for him it was important to be dating someone who had faith in something whether it was his God or not didn’t really matter as long as I believed and trusted in that set of beliefs. He’d dated people in the past who were so wishy-washy that when there were problems in the relationship caused by things other than faith they thought that by telling him they would convert to Catholiscism would make him happy, but it just made things worse. I made sure to take him along to ‘meets’ I had with fellows of my faith so that he could see what we were about and make sure he really wanted to be with me. My Dad was very leery about me doing this, he thought it was too soon, as we’d only been dating about a month maybe a little longer, what he didn’t understand was that I wanted to get this out of the way, I didn’t want to invest emotions and time and everything into the relationship if it was going to have such a big conflict within it. If we weren’t both going to be able to accept each others faiths then there wasn’t going to be a relationship.
Luckily my fears were unjustified and here we are still together.

In fact the main conflict that we have is more based on the fact that I’m a total geek and he isn’t. I’ll start waxing poetic about dual core memory processors, or trying to explain exactly why I’m so jubilant about mastering an image map with .php and I get the blank stare that sit-coms would have you believe is only reserved for explaining to your husband exactly why you need that twelfth pair of black stiletto shoes.

All in all I’m very lucky to be with this man.