I am expereincing that right now in my life. I moved back to Minnesota to live with my parents to take care of more my mother because she has cancer. When we dinner at the supper table my dad will pray and I close my eyes but while they are closed i roll them and say in my head what ever. It was funny when I had moved back home my dad had asked me to pray before I took my ma to her chemo appointment...I said no and walked out of the room. My mother respects my views though she doesn't agree with them. Here's an example. I had been taken my mother to church when she was feeling better. After church we (my ma, and few of her friends from the church) went out to eat. I couldn't hold it in any more and told one of her freinds to shut up. She had been bagging on progressives and the Democatics and etc for quite time over the summer...I'd had it. Since then I have not been out to eat with them and I think it doesn't have to do with that situation just my ma's cancer has gotten worse and for her to be around people is not healthy.
My dad asks me to "say the blessing" when we have family meals for thanksgiving and things like that, and I just go along with it. I obviously don't believe the things I am saying, but I feel like it is just better sometimes to keep the peace within the family. It is just a fight I want to avoid, especially in front of the grandparents and young cousins. I have been in the biology field for six years now, and I just feel like I know things they wouldn't understand about the world. It hurts sometimes that I have to hide my lack of belief, but just like it is not my place to trample on their beliefs, it is not their place to try to convert me. Which they would do. For the rest of my life. Maybe one day I can tell them. But I'm not there yet.
I relate Tyler. I am a 50 year old man and go through that with my parents. But I have some things that are little different. I am currently living with my very religious folks...both of them have terminal cancer. When I first moved back home a year ago, my ma knew about my disbelief but my dad didn't. He'd asked me to pray and my ma steped in and said she would. I don't know if later she had a talk with him that I don't believe any more. Its tough because my older sis is all in religion one day and then not when I meet up with her in person. I don't think she knows what she believes. Though I can say my ma does respect my opinions because a year ago in Spring, I got ariate with one of her crazy beleiving friend and told her to shut up because I was tired of listening to her bash liberals. My ma talked with me later and stated that she respects my opinions and thanked me for not saying anything to her other crazy friend that had been spending the weekend with us. I think she had just pushed me over the edge (LOL, I laugh about now because I can still see everyones expression at the table expect my ma's, I didn't dare look at her). Its tough, I will say that and espeically x-mas. Wish you well.
I hate to tell you, Jake but I'm 62 and they never stop. I had to move across the country.