For context, this is the previous post I made over two years ago.
(TL;DR: After it came up in marriage prep that my fiancé had been SA’d several years before, we went back and forth with our assistant pastor, pastor, and a counselor for several months, trying to work out a path forward to set a wedding date. Our prospective date was fast approaching and we still weren’t even given the go-ahead to get *betrothed* in a formal ceremony yet.)
Shortly after I posted, my then-fiancé contacted a canon lawyer at the archdiocese level, who was able to connect us with a counselor over Zoom, who talked to my fiancé for 10 minutes and saw that he was a well-adjusted guy whose previous trauma had no bearing on his current life and ability to handle stress. Counselor wrote a letter to our priests essentially clearing my fiancé of any impediments to marriage, and we thought that would be the end of it, especially because the canon lawyer was keeping in touch with our priests and essentially making sure that they weren’t denying us marriage.
Unfortunately, our priests are FSSP, and they get reassigned to different parishes every 1-3 years. Reassignments were announced right as we got the letter from the second counselor, and our priests wouldn’t be staying. Our pastor recommended that we wait another six months to get married, since the new pastor would be starting our marriage prep over from scratch. The incoming pastor, however, turned out to be the brother of my godmother. He’s a family friend I have known my whole life.
We were able to meet with him 2 days after he moved to our parish to discuss our marriage prep case. We explained all that we’d been through, he said that none of it mattered to him, and he officially set our wedding date for September 28th, 2024 (which was 46 days away). He also agreed to do our betrothal ceremony, which took place 2 weekends later. He covered all of our marriage prep catechism in several extended meetings over 3 weeks. We spent 6 weeks scrambling to get everything arranged for our wedding, and it was the most beautiful day of our lives (so far).
I don’t really know what lesson to take away from our struggle to get married. The whole thing felt pointless. All the back-and-forth with priests and counselors and a canon lawyer, only for a new priest to come along and tell us that he didn’t see any impediments and he’d marry us ASAP. All the stress, the toll it took on my autoimmune disease, and the strain it put on our relationship. The pessimism that invaded every corner of our lives to the point that marriage prep was the only thing we could talk about, even if we were supposed to be celebrating something else: a birthday, a graduation, another wedding. The lack of trust I have in priests now, the people who were supposed to shepherd us and instead practically drove us out of the fold.
I don’t have ill feelings towards the assistant pastor whose scrupulosity sent us down that path; in fact he’s visited our parish and we were able to make it clear that there’s no hard feelings. Our former pastor… I don’t know what I’d say to him. His pride and unwillingness to give a second opinion was the reason we were stuck for so long. If our incoming pastor had listened to him and made us wait six months to marry, we wouldn’t have our beautiful baby daughter now.
Some friends of ours had a similar case where they gave up and moved permanently to another parish to get married there, after nearly 3 years of being told by our priests that “you can’t get married yet because you’re imperfect.” We’ve met several other couples who were also told by our assistant pastor that they couldn’t marry for some reason or another. Honestly I don’t know if he ever married anyone. So many pregnancies that never had a chance…
My little brother is now engaged to a young lady with whom his first date was our wedding. They’re in marriage prep with the same pastor who married us, and he let him set their wedding date before my brother even popped the question.
I’m glad that nobody at our parish currently has to fight to get married. That’s not something that anyone should ever have to do, especially as a devout Catholic in good standing with the Church. I‘m just at a loss when I think about it. Why us, why our friends who wanted desperately to have children, what good was it to make us wait and stress and suffer? Free will, I guess.