Brandon, a much older manager from work, and I had just had our very first fight as boyfriend and girlfriend. Even though it was something that was bound to happen, since we had such a big difference in our religions, it still was shocking. And even though it had been a week ago, it was still something I was reeling from. After hours of sitting in front of my place and talking out our problems and expressing our feelings, we ended up facing the fact of the matter, which was that I was not in any way ready to dedicate myself to a religion just because my boyfriend wanted me to.
Brandon, on the other hand, acknowledged that his anger mostly stemmed from insecurity that he felt in our May-December relationship. On top of our differences in our religion, we also had to come to terms that there was an age difference and from his past marriage, Brandon was still battling trust issues. Where that came into play with me not being Christian, I never put in the energy to analyze. As long as Brandon realized that he was in the wrong to accuse me of not being some ideal he wanted, that was all I cared about at that moment.
Since it was our first argument and we were able to easily talk it out, we sort of brushed the issue of our religious standpoints to the side, leaving it to linger and never resolving it, which caused more problems for us down the line.
One thing about having an argument with your partner is the pent up frustration that one holds onto. Since the sexual chemistry between Brandon and I was so tangible, the make-up sex was earthshattering. There was definitely a ripening of sexual skill and stamina in Brandon and I thanked our age difference for it. He had more knowledge of my body and its reactions than even I knew.
However, the more Brandon and I started to see each other, the more my feelings for him turned from a sexual attraction to a love that was blooming in me. Brandon wasn’t always this man that constantly tried to get me to go to church and read to me scriptures of the day. He was a man with a joyous and sunny disposition; it was hard not to smile around him.
Although some people would see our May-December relationship and like to call him a hypocrite as a Christian man, I think that if a self-proclaimed Christian were to judge, then they themselves are being just as hypocritical. And that was the exact same thing that I told Brandon one day when he opened up to me about someone at work confronting him about his faith. As unlady-like as it was, I told Brandon that whoever it was could just stick it somewhere. We just laughed, but the conversation became serious. How was Brandon going to maintain his appearance of the handsome respectable manager who preached about Christianity when he was dating one of the youngest receptionists in the company? Once again, religion and our age difference gave us another hurdle to jump through, but for Brandon and I, it was all worth it.