The Chief Priest's Thoughts
My husband is a chief priest (Jodo sect).
My husband seems to have grown up without being blessed with a family, so we sympathized with the words I want to have a happy family and have been together for 5 years. While we were in a relationship, I felt twice as much love from my husband as anyone else. Incidentally, I didn't know my husband's occupation until we got engaged.
I was blessed with children, and every day became centered around raising children. Even so, even when a child was born for a happy family, they cherished the couple's time as much as possible, had lunch together, and was always fun and happy as if it were a date.
However, as the number of families grew, and as my children grew, I began to wonder if there were moms' meetings (parents' associations), etc., and my sense of gratitude to my husband and those around me were misaligned (I was told that kindergarten help should be left to someone else, and there was no need for my family).
While I understood my husband's irregular job description, child-rearing didn't go well, and I asked my husband to understand the pain of raising children, and the stress of misunderstanding the above thoughts also built up, and I began to put my husband on the back burner.
Marital quarrels also began, and the fight began with an argument, and my husband sometimes raised his hand to me.
One day, when such a thing continued for 2 months, my husband suddenly took the children from the daycare center without my permission, and communication was interrupted.
After 3 weeks of discommunication, my husband's lawyer suddenly mediated my divorce.
Was it the result of an initially happy family and thinking about young children?
For this reason, I'm reviewing myself, my husband, and my husband and wife, but my husband didn't have a best friend I could talk to. My husband's sister and general counsel were the only people I consulted with.
The monks give sermons. I always listen to sermons and restore my forgotten feelings. It reminds me of the feeling of being kind, the feeling of accepting the other person, and the feeling of being honest and reflecting. I thought my husband was like that too. Even though it's a job, I thought it was someone whose heart was twice as rich as anyone else's. They say there is an ascetic practice for that.
Is there no choice but to think that my husband wasn't a monk, he was just the chief priest?
I can't help but worry about the feelings of young children.
