My husband is not at all supportive and makes me feel like I am stupid or ridiculous for feeling this way. Like I shouldn't feel like this because he loves his family so much and is looking forward to seeing them. He just doesn't get it. I try to explain why I feel like that and how it feels. . . I cannot be myself, I can't say what I'm really thinking / feeling, I feel like the "outsider"--his family knows we don't go to church, but they don't know I have no interest in being part of the church so they keep trying to encourage religious involvement, i.e. his dad calls me over to "do family history" and "look at my geneology." I try to tell him I've already looked at my family history on family search and I don't really want to but he is easily hurt and I don't want to hurt his feelings. I just feel like the entire thing is so stressful and he doesn't really acknowledge or seem aware of awkward situations or how I'm feeling. There is no support from his side and it's been obvious from the beginning of our marriage that he sides with his family. This is fine, I get it, he is still believing and wants to be with his family in the after life. A little understanding / empathy toward my side would be nice. I told him whether he wants to be or not, he is the mediator between his family and I and I need him to help me out a little bit with these kinds of situations. After I tell him these things, he ignores me, eats his breakfast and walks upstairs to play his video games. . .
Part of me wants to go and just cause a big commotion and make a "scene" and tell everyone that my husband and I are considering divorce, I have no interest in the church or having children and I'm a RAGING feminist, but that's just not my style (although I almost wish it was).
I'm debating whether I should go or not. If I do go, I am going to feel like I have to be fake happy the whole time and act like everything's fine. I'm not good at that. My real emotions are going to come bubbling up. I tried that before when his BIL was named a high priest and his SIL and I were there as witnesses (not sure where my husband was and why he wasn't there) and I was so uncomfortable the whole time.
Anyway, a long rant. Not sure how to handle things and feel very alone and sad, so naturally I felt the need to come here and blab about it.
