My husband found god, and god is creepy.

I grew up in the Bible belt, and always believed in god, but never went to church. My family was more "practicing Catholics" (aka only go to mass on Easter). My high school and college friends were all super religious, and tried to convert me for years. I would always politely decline, even though I really liked going to their church events. <br><br>One day, I was at a bar with a few friends. I got a little too drunk, and one of my friends tried to set me up with one of the guys there. I was immediately hesitant, but my friends all encouraged me to go on a date. <br><br>The guy asked me out, and we went on several dates before realizing we were incompatible. He was super religious, and I was super not religious, and it was always a sore subject. I was never really against religion, I just hated the way my friends pushed their beliefs on me, and wanted to be treated the same way. <br><br>The guy I was dating kept telling me I had to "find god", but I just didn't get it. I was like a good little Catholic, but didn't go to church. I didn't know what else to say, so I just kept saying no. <br><br>Well, after we broke up, I met my husband, who is also super religious. I immediately ran in the opposite direction. But he was different, somehow. I don't know how to explain it. He was more reserved about his beliefs than the other guy. He always told me I didn't have to believe in god to be his girlfriend. And he always told me I didn't have to find god, because I'm already perfect just the way I am. <br><br>So, we started dating. It was fast, and furious. We lived on opposite sides of the country, but we saw each other every other weekend. I was crazy in love, and he made me feel like a queen. I didn't hear from him for a few days, and I was sad, so I opened up and told me I would consider finding god. And he told me that he was happy with me no matter what. <br><br>Fast forward a few months, and we get married. It was the happiest day of my life. <br><br>He wanted me to be a good little Christian wife, but he didn't push. And I really started to like the church. I enjoyed being there, and I enjoyed my husband for going. It was like a date every Sunday. And I felt closer to him, and to god. <br><br>Well, one morning, I woke up early to go to yoga. My husband was still sleeping, so I left him my card and told him to call me when he woke up. I got to class, and then got in the shower. My phone started blowing up, and the girls told me to check it. <br><br>My husband had left 12 voicemails, all in the past hour. The first 5 were like, "Hey honey, how are you?" "Do you need me to pick up anything?" "I miss you." And so on. The next few were like, "What's wrong?" "Are you okay?" And then the last few were like an entirely different person. <br><br>He was yelling at me, telling me how I was going to burn in hell for going to yoga on Sundays. Telling me how yoga was a sin. And telling me to get back in bed, or he'll come over and force me. <br><br>I was terrified. I called my friends, and they said to stay away from him until he calmed down. But I was like no, I need to go home. So I went home, and I opened the door, and he was standing there, shaking, staring at me. I immediately closed the door and called the police. <br><br>They came and got him, and put him in a psych ward. His mom came to get him a few days later, and she said he's been having psychotic episodes for months. He thought I wasn't good enough to be his wife, and he thought that if I found god, it would fix everything. <br><br>I haven't seen him since, and it was the scariest experience of my entire life. I know he's getting help now, and I'm glad for him, but I will never let a man control me again. I was so blind, thinking that my husband loved me, but really he was just obsessed with god. And god was creepy. <br><br>TL;DR: I found out my husband is actually obsessed with god, and if I didn't find god, then I'm a bad wife. I called the police, and haven't seen him since.