I used to pray at mealtime but even that was a pain in the ass. My ex would sometimes criticize the quality of my prayers, saying they were too repetitive. How stupid! Seriously, you come home dead tired from a hard day at work, sometimes barely able to walk and literally staggering to the kitchen table, and you're expected to find a "creative" way of saying, "Thanks for the grub, God!"
We tried a "family study" a few times which meant preparing the watchtower together. Of course, she didn't like the way I did that either, because I didn't look up and discuss every cited scripture. The few times we tried that the "study" always took more than 3 hours. Easy for her, since she only worked 3 days a week at a sedentary job. Not so easy for me considering I worked 5 days a week, sometimes 5 1/2, 10 hours per day in a machine shop. On my feet all day, very heavy work. Perpetual knee and back injuries. Some days my hands were so cut and swollen from slugging steel at work I couldn't close them around a f*cking watchtower, let alone think about studying the goddamn thing.
For this I was a bad, unspiritual husband who refused to "take the lead", held in contempt by my spouse and my congregation. Since I was hated by all either way, I saw no more point in even looking at that vile rag. I told the ex she'd have to study on her own. I started napping through the meetings.
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