Sometimes I hate

When he comes home from his church days....and I don't go...it's almost always horrible. He tells me it's not the same if I'm not there and he can't enjoy it nearly as much or get as much out of it. Or something like that. He swears he's not trying to make me feel guilty because guilt isn't his thing anymore. But he drops it on me anyway. I know it's not about me. It's his problem. Still hate hearing about it. :-(