“It’s a good thing you weren’t born Catholic,” my husband said. “You would have become a nun.” We were in the car together, without kids, a rare occurrence. It was shortly after his first detox from alcohol relapse back in October (but not the one that would stick). We hadn’t been speaking very much over the past six months, and certainly not about anything deep. Being in the car reduced the awkwardness. I thought about what he said. Finally, I replied, “You know, you’re right. I think I’d enjoy being a nun.” This was maybe not the best thing to admit to one’s husband, that one would enjoy a lifetime of celibacy foregoing marriage and family. He certainly pretended to…
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when your vocation is a cross
August 3, 2017