There are days (like today) when I just can't stand it. I want to wrap my bitter little hands around his throat for believing in such a murderous, sadistic concept. (Er...) How he can be so fucking idiotic and such a smart person at the same time? How do we live under the same fucking roof?
I just told him that Israel was was horrible and that the US is wrong to support Israel just because his precious Jebus might come back, and then I stormed out of the room. So, of course, he's mad at me. Why the hell did I do that? What possible purpose did it serve? Politics/Religion. Duh. Of course he doesn't think about how his beliefs hurt me. That he's just fine with the thought of me being roasted, tortured, and killed by the characters in the fairy tales he thinks are true. He doesn't think about it because he doesn't talk about those beliefs. They are so ingrained that they remain at the back of his brain.
(Backstory -> He was a nominal Catholic when we married. I was a kinda/sorta deist/agnostic/searching.)