I'm trilled I know the truth. I discovered the church was a lie in my very early 20s when I was not in a romantic relationship, I did not attend an LDS school and I was only worried about disappointing my immediate family. Now half of them are out of the church too. I know I am way happier than if I stayed a Mormon. It was an incredibily hard couple of years when I left. Since then I found Jesus, got married, have great friends and I live an honest life. I still have pain in my life from being Mormon, but I attribute that pain to Mormonism and not to leaving it. I also know I had it relatively easy.

I know that so many people on here suffered much worse, some have lost marriages, had children and other family members estranged from them, lost jobs etc.

Does anyone regret knowing the truth? Or are you grateful you know.

Wished I had known sooner. My son tells me that most of the time in having conversations with people, I am kind of passive. I don't like conflict. But when it comes to how I feel about the church, I state my feelings clearly.

Even my ex will tell you I was never happy as a mormon. I tried so damn hard, but mormonism was never kind to me.

Most of my family is out, too. My daughter is the only TBM of all the grandchildren and great grandchildren, 4 of 6 siblings are out.

Yes! I'm also happy to know the truth about god! (He's imaginary.)

Super happy to know the truth about the scam

Cost me a marriage and strained relationships with my immediate family sometimes. Still totally worth it.

Even though I spent most of my early adulthood in moratorium, I got to live my life as i saw fit at the time. I don't have to look back with the regret of spending my younger years in nasty garments, giving 10% of my money to the cult, and popping out a large brood.

Going through the experiences I had gave me a wide view and understanding of the world. Now I just have to play catch-up when it comes to education.

Absolutely!
And the truth shall make ye free!

Tickled pink and purple. I am glad that I can shout the truth about Mormonism from the rooftops!!! I am glad that one of these days they are going to be a mere skeleton of their lying-to-the- bones-self because they have brought these results onto themselves.

I am thrilled to the bones that more and more members are finding out the truth and are taking their children, the true victims of this enterprise, far away from its influence.

I am mainly glad for the freedom, peace of mind, adventure of life and learning that leaving TSCC's dictatorial walls has brought to me.

Yes. There were so many things about Mormonism that I didn't like even before I knew the truth. I remained faithful because I'd always been told it was true. I struggled constantly to change my attitude and strengthen my testimony.

When I discovered the truth it was a huge relief. I could finally quit blaming myself for all the reasons I didn't like Mormonism. It was great to know that I wasn't the one with the problem after all.

Oh hell yeah I am.

I am glad everyday that I'm out and I don't have to feel guilty

or bad that I'm not perfect. I found out the truth and I left

and I've been thankful every day. Life is a banquet.... enjoy.

wait a second! You're NOT perfect!

I want you to know this comes as a great sorrow... I must now reconjiggerate how I view the Universe. And as you may well know, conjiggerating is not something I do all that well, as opposed to conjiggalate, which I can do with one hand tied behind my back.

I loved the perceived Order of the one true church; all the answers for all the questions. Or so they maintained.

They eff'ing lied. With a smile and paternalism oozing from every pore...

Although coming to grips (as opposed to 'coming to gripes') with the reality of a ghawdless universe (in my opinion) was not all that hard, how nice it would have been to have stayed mormon, becoming an apostle and be able to watch Celestial Porn between outings. Of course during the outings, I would have let my wandering eye pick her, and her, and her, and oooh!, her and her mother, and her...

Not to mention the money!

But alas, It's as phony as a Kirtland $3 bill. <sigh> I would so have been a wonderful ghawd. Fruitful, too!

Now I definitely am. But when I first discovered the truth it was a horrible feeling. My fairy tale fantasy was blown out of the water and then I had to deal with the fear and shame of coming out as an apostate. Then I had to adjust to the new world of being a non-Mormon and make a new social circle.

After all is said and done, there is no way I'd still want to be Mormon.

Heck, yeah. I could still be in there, wasting my time and money on a fraud. My self-esteem would still be in the toilet, because I'd never feel good enough for them. Thank goodness I'm out.

I suppose that part of me sometimes wishes that they had not lied and that the church actually was true. But it is not in my nature to be content with lies. I would rather have the hard truth than comforting lies.

I can't begin to tell you how happy I am about learning the truth.

I no longer have to be codependent to mormonism. The forced codependency was making me feel crazy.

You know I never thought of it in those terms..... I'm fully

aware of codependency but never made the connection with the

church and I've been out for almost 13 years now.

You gave me something to think about, thank you.

I left early which meant I could marry a nonmormon and live like a normal person for the ensuing years.

I would almost certainly ended up in a padded cell if I'd tried to live confined to Mormon domination and expectations.

I did the same thing and share your thoughts of what may have happened should I have married "a sweet Mormon girl" as my mother wanted.

You better believe it. Sometimes I think back to my youth and what I dreamed my life would be when I was nearing retirement. Best case scenario would have been to have the life my oldest brother's wife has. Picture perfect Mo family. All the boys RMs. All the kids who are married were married in the temple. A gaggle of grandkids. I'd be a SAHM whose life is totally centered around the Mo church.

I look at that now and go yuck! Just kill me if that was the best part of life. I'd have way more material possessions but would be suicidal due to boredom. I'd have no accomplishments of my own. Too many grandkids for any of them to be special. My world would be under the control of the geezer brigade. My friends would be superficial and intellectually dull. I'd be stuck in buttugly underwear. I'd be enduring to the end hoping it would get me a happy life in the eternal realm instead of just enjoying this one. I'd have lived almost my entire adult life in the same mormon-dominated town. And I'd probably die having no clue that I could have changed it.

I could not have imagined that life could just be intriguing. That discovery was a gift. That real friends don't judge you. That I didn't have to be a robot. Because I am master of my own destiny. Not indentured servant to a mythical being in the sky. I never forget how lucky I am that my life didn't go according to "the plan."

Leaving mormonism, dealing with the baggage you were left with and trying to recover is painful. But as Garth Brooks says, "I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss THE DANCE." I plan to dance to the end.