A few days have gone by since the excitement and my heart is torn, I feel guilty for even dating a man who doesn’t follow Jesus.The idea of my Christian friends ridiculing me for potentially marrying a no Christian and even worse the idea of disappointing God himself is bumming me out. It’s wrong to start pounding on someone just because you disapprove of something that they’ve said or done.“Verily I say unto you: do not vex me, lest I begin soundly thrashing you about your head and ears, you vapid dinkwad” is be, anyway)? If you know someone who is in a committed relationship of which you do not approve, an excellent question to ask yourself—especially before venturing to offer any opinion on that relationship—is whether or not anyone but you gives a rolled-up church bulletin what you think of that relationship.Anyway yes, we have permission to have the ceremony in Italy. I had a dress — an expensive affair that looked just understated enough: When I tried it on I teared up immediately, surprising my cynical self at the belief that it was “the one.” The invites, designed by a talented friend, were about to be printed. He was labeled “almost Christian.” We joked that we didn’t have money to feed the Holy Spirit anyway. I struggled to keep the dust out of the house, struggled with everything that didn’t work, struggled with the scorching summer heat, struggled to get work. I packed my bags at least twice, shouting at him that I was going back home. I saw myself as shallow and materialistic for wanting a place that was nice and comfortable. This is why we should not do it.” I would cast doubts over us and our future, which I so wanted and so feared. “It’s us, ,” he’d tell me, his voice always so calm and kind. The sounds of India waking up were a loud sign the conversation had to end. “I will miss you so much,” I muttered before I hung up. I was obsessed with understanding, and the more I obsessed, the more it all seemed terrifying.We still need the bishop’s permission for the mixed religion marriage, but that should arrive soon.” “So all we need is a certificate that says your fiancé has never been married before. e can process the documents.” “See, that’s why I called. Save the dates were sent — all our favorite people couldn’t wait to be there. He’d been in India so long he could no longer remember the hardship of the beginning, and he was traveling so much for work that I was often on my own. “I’m not letting you get out of this.” His certainty seemed to grow as mine withered, and the way he dealt with my actions, minimizing my fears, showed me time and again the depth of his love. I went back to Delhi, leaving behind a family worried sick about me, determined to save the salvageable: A job I loved in a country that was going to save my life.We ran off to Toronto City Hall, holding hands, ringless.
We’d dress up and walk out in the middle of the night to have French onion soup in 24-hour restaurants. Even the peacocks, flying on the rooftop terrace from the park nearby, were wonderful but so foreign. In the teeming backstreets, electrifying and overwhelming, I looked upon poverty and dirt, equally horrified. They had been demanding and cruel to him in his teens, kicking him out of home before the end of high school, and still refused to acknowledge it, let alone apologize for it. I looked everywhere for signs of an impending disappointment. I was sorry I had trusted him, that I had followed him, that I had brought him home. I was sorry I messed up, sorry I failed, sorry about the embarrassment of a wedding to cancel. As I stared into my plate, the Italian mothers of my life — my own, and my mother’s — discussed me, and him, as if I weren’t there.I was wearing a burning red fur coat I received from a world-famous ballerina.He was wearing a purple, green and yellow-dotted Muppets coat recently salvaged from storage.The main characters: Hermia, Helena, Lysander, and Demetrius are in a ‘love square’.Hermia and Lysander are true love enthusiasts, and love each other greatly.