This has NOTHING to do with whether I love my wife. I do. I always will.
Pragmatically, I have come to the devastating conclusion that I don't want to be married to a JW. Any JW.
She asked me last night, "So, do you believe in Santa Clause, now?" This may seem harmless enough, but think about what it means as far as her view of me.
What if I said, "Yes. I do believe in Santa Clause now." What then? What if decided I wanted to try a cigar? What then? What if, knowing the health risks, I took up smoking? What then? I know she was deeply disappointed that I got baptized as a Christian. I expect I will never be able to come out from under the cloud of her disapproval so long as I am not a "progressing" JW.
When I was a JW, she used to cry about me not being a Ministerial Servant or Elder. I would ask what difference the title makes, and she would explain it was about respect. So, I would ask her who it was that she thought was lacking in respect for me. She said it wasn't that, it was how much she felt like I deserved to be ... then she would trail off. What an odd dichotomy, she is disappointed in me because she thinks I deserve more recognition than I get (or even want), while the only recognition I want (need?) is from her, but her disappointment keeps her from it.
As I said, it isn't a question of whether I love her. I love her more than breathing. It is a question of whether I can indefinitely tolerate her disapproval, her disappointment, her regret over my choices. I've had this conversation with her, and she said we can work through it. I haven't seen any indication of an abatement in her disapproval, thus far.
Well, there it is. Any insights would be appreciated. I am not tossing this out for you guys to solve for me, or for you to spit back what you think I want to hear. I am tossing it out so I can consider other perspectives (in case I am missing the forest).
Respectfully,
AuldSoul