Sometimes I wish for silence

Sometimes I don't want to talk about religion or how it affects me. I don't want to be told that I'm fighting my natural inclination and should be baptized. I want to be accepted for who I am and not who they think I should be.  Tonight was a baptism. I did not go. I didn't want to go. I don't feel like I need to be there for everything that happens in the church. He looked disappointed. And then it feels like he tries to make me feel guilty for not going because of all the people who ask about me. I don't have an obligation to them or to him. It was his decision to join the church. He can't expect me to go along when it's no longer his decision what I do. Boy, I wish he'd get that already.