I just broke up with my fiance, It hurts so much but I had to do it. I’m tired of the religion in our relationship. 

We are Christians but it seems as though we both share different beliefs. He believes in going to church every Sunday but I do not believe in it. I believe more in building my personal prayer life. I do set out some Sundays to have a special commune with God but he sees it as a sin.  To me, the building is not all there is to knowing and serving God. 

It hurts so much to know that we both had an agreement about this before we started but he has changed and insists I either obey him or call our relationship a quit. 

How can Franklin be so heartless as to let go of all we have shared because he desires to compel me to do his bidding? 

I cried and reminded him that we had come a long way. What happens to all we have shared? I wept, cried myself to sleep, and begged him to reconsider but it seemed his mind was made up. 

When I and Franklin started, we promised to understand and respect each other's decisions and sacrifice when necessary. The issue of belief has never been a problem from the first day we started but suddenly he started seeing me as a less spiritual person because I do not go to church some Sundays. We argued about this and I tried to make him understand that gathering with the brethren is awesome but sometimes we need time to seek God ourselves. 

He reminded me that I do my quiet time always and I can also take other days in a week to seek God but he does not appreciate not going to church on a Sunday. 

I asked him, why he gave Sunday such special treatment. Because, to me, Sunday Is like every other day of the week. He said it's not. That Christ rested on the seventh day of his creation and advised us to keep it holy. In other not to continue arguing with him, I accepted and started going to church every Sunday but that was not enough, he wanted me to also attend all the programs his church fixed and give up on my church completely. We are not yet married but he has become so authoritative. 

This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. I had to speak or forever remain silent in marriage. I requested we have a heart-to-heart discussion and he agreed. 

I poured out my heart to him. I told him that I did not understand how religion suddenly became a problem in our relationship. He is not even a pastor but attends church programs more than pastors and what even makes me angry is that after church, he does not have a personal prayer life. I let him know that the fact of not seeking God himself has made him religious. I reminded him that gathering with brethren is awesome but our personal alters are more important to prevent us from being tossed around by different opinions of people. 

He was barely patient and after I finished talking, he said to me, Zara, I can not do this anymore, I cannot change my perceptions just to accommodate your perceptions. It's good we both end it now to avoid future damage. I accepted and we ended it. I was convinced of one thing, he was not my God-ordained future spouse. I said to myself, Zara, it was never meant to be.