When my husband and I were planning our marriage, he was living half a continent away at the time, so the planning part generally fell to me. Despite my husband and I being agnostic, my mom REALLY wanted us married by the Christian pastor in her little town. I figured it couldn't hurt to talk to him, so mom had him over. I had never met the man before, but I figured if mom liked him he must be okay. He uh....he was not okay. He basically went on this longwinded rant about how marriage was a ship and it could only have one captain, and how that captain must be the husband. He told me about how his daughter struggled with this when she was younger, but now she is happily married and has accepted her proper place under her husband. Also, he told me that he generally didn't marry couples without 6 months of marriage counselling by himself. Because this was a very small town and I loved my mother, I listened politely and excused myself ASAP. Mom entertained him for a little whil...