Feeling the Burn....

I don't like getting in the car anymore when we're going on trips.  I don't mind talking about religion.  I do mind being forced to talk about my beliefs because it's the thing to do.  I have a difficult time lately with religion.  I miss the private part of my life.  I didn't talk about spirituality because he mocked it all the time.  And now I'm supposed to forget that and pretend it never took place.  I'm supposed to welcome this talk with open arms.  I hate being trapped.  I hate feeling exposed.  I hate that we're in two different places and he sees my place as wrong.  He sees me as lagging.  I'm frustrated.  I'm peeved.  I'm not looking forward too much to the next road trip.