Posted by:
bdawn
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Date: December 07, 2010 04:54PM
While my story is my own, and everyone's experience is vastly different, let me just give you a quick overview.
I am a nevermo. While a high school freshman, I "fell in love with" a h.s. senior jackmormon. He was fun, rebelious, would drink with me, do all of the crazy teenage stuff. At that time, I knew I was surrounded by Mormons, but didn't really know what all the religion entailed, just knew it wasn't for me. We were having sex regularly, he never expressed a guilt for what we did. He must have decided that a mission wasn't for him and decided to join the military. Shortly after he left for bootcamp I realized I was 16 and pregnant. Not smart.
When he came home on leave, I told him and then we told our parents. Somewhere in the time he left and the time he came back his Mormon upbringing clicked on. Hardcore. I didn't want to abort my baby, wasn't willing to give it up for adoption like his parents pushed me to. My own mother and I were close to killing eachother and there was no way I could live with her. He was all of a sudden no longer willing to "live in sin" and refused to just live together and raise our child, said we had to be married. I felt backed into a corner without many choices. I know some would say that I made the wrong choice, and I'm ok with others thinking that. I have my daughter, who is a beautiful, smart, amazing 14 year old now, and could never picture a life without her. Yes, it has been hard and I maybe couldn't offer her the same things an older more established parent could, but I also wasn't the typical teen mom.
Unfortunatly, I didn't realize just what it meant to be a dyed in the wool, true blue Mormon. Granted, part of the issue was/is this guy's personality. He's a control freak who is never wrong. The crazyness of the Mormon religion only fueled his fire.
Both him and his family constantly pushed me to convert. To take the missionary discussions. To go to church. To read all their faith promoting crap. To take temple prep classes. I went to church with them to keep the peace. I was willing to learn about their religion. The more I learned, though, the more I was convinced that it was not only a crazy religion, it was also a fraud. I would try to discuss things with my husband, and the only response would be that "he didn't want to Bible bash with me." Ummm...ok.
Within minutes of being married (and mind you, I'm 31 now and was 16 then, so not THAT long ago) his father pulled him aside and said "just because you're married now, doesn't mean that all types of sex are ok". He actually told him that if he had been involved in oral sex prior, we were not to do that now. My then husband took those words very seriously and refused to give or take of that fun any more, with one exception that I may share at the end of my speil.
He was very serious about tithing. We were on welfare, food stamps, barely scraping by, and yet he paid that damn corporation first out of every check.
Once, he had been away for the weekend on military duty. At this point, I was 18. I rented a rated R movie for my enjoyment. Don't even know what it was. I hadn't returned it by the time he came home, and when he discovered the rating, he opened the front door and chucked it as hard as he could out into the snow, saying he wasn't going to allow that filth inside his house.
His need for control was so great, he became physically abusive with me, on several occasions. I could tell a few stories here, but there'd be no point. The fact is, he was horrible, and I needed to get the hell away. Just under 19 years old, with 2 small children, I decided I had to get the hell out. It was hard, but not as hard as being with that crazy mormon egomaniac. He and his parents and their friends/associates slandered my name all over our tiny Wyoming town. At the grocery store, his mother was heard several times telling how I was physically abusive to her baby boy. At the high school, her friend was heard several times stating how "sick" I was, and that my children needed to be taken from me.
Days after filed for divorce, I was in my home, he had moved out. I was having a dream where I was being given oral sex. In my dream/real life, my hand went down between my legs and I awoke when it came into contact with a head. HIS head! Between my legs! I freaked out. The only thing he could say..."I thought that was what you wanted!" OMG, no! Now I know this tidbit has nothing really to do with the topic at hand, it's just fun to throw in when complaining about the crazy.
Within 3 months of our divorce, he was twitterpated with some MollyMo and preparing for their temple wedding. The night before their trip to the temple, he told me that he had thoughts of killing me, and then killing himself, so that his parents would raise the kids. In his eyes, that was the only way to ensure that the kids would be brought up in the "right religion." He proceeded to marry this girl, who I hear is now saved in his phone as "My Eternal Companion". (My girls told me this after their last visit and I found it hilarious, had to pull the car over to the side of the road I was laughing so hard) They now have 5 more children, and are still on welfare, while I have managed, as a single parent, to work myself into a great career.
He has no qualms when it comes to "lying for the lord". He sees himself and his family as righteous and me as the evil sinner. He has made up horrible stories about me and taken them to police and lawyers and judges. He told other stories to LDS social workers and doctors and got them to write letters to the court to help his bid for custody. We played that game for 2 1/2 years, that's how long it took for the judge to realize what my ex was trying to do.
Fast forward to now. I have 2 amazing teen daughters. He sends them bizarre letters about how it's not ok to wear "cleavage showing or butt crack showing clothes" (they don't). He doesn't care that they go to a church of their choosing, it's simply not his church so it's no good. He doesn't care that they are advanced students and excel in school, it's not really all that important in the afterlife. He's never offered a "great job" when it comes to grades or any other "lifely" accomplishment.
I realize that I've completely traveled off course here, but all I am saying is be VERY VERY cautious. You two are going into this with incredibly different outlooks. You may not think they're so different at this time, but he's been preprogrammed. Prewired. Unless and until he discovers the fraud of mormonism there could be madness lurking behind every corner.