Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: January 07, 2015 05:34PM
My home teachers were weird enough!
Because I was a single divorced mother, and was squeaky-clean, honest, and moral, it seemed that they became even more determined to find something wrong with me. They would always drop in unannounced, but, being a VT myself, I knew we were always instructed to call first. I think they wanted to catch me in some kind of sin. They always went into the kitchen to use my phone, but I could see them looking around. I thought they were inspecting for cleanliness, but later discovered they were looking for a coffee-maker or wine rack. They often used my bathrooms, one time both at once, so they could use my master bathroom at the same time. My house was always clean. Were they looking for drugs? contraceptives? Just because I was divorced, didn't mean I was a rebel. My children's friends were always welcome to come and go. My family would visit often, from out of state.
My next door neighbor is the nosiest of all. One night, he saw a man with a suitcase come up my front steps, and leave his car parked in my driveway overnight, and my neighbor was in his front yard at dawn (this neighbor never sleeps), when I said goodbye to the man. I knew he saw us, but I didn't want to have to explain my life to anyone. Several weeks later, the neighbor broke down and asked me who the man was. I wondered how many other people he had talked to about this, in those weeks. I told him it was my brother, who would come down to SLC from our cabin, the night before, in order to wake up early to catch an early charter flight back home. My neighbor seemed disappointed.
One of the HT's kept questioning, and re-questioning me about my morals. It was annoying, but I had nothing to hide. He said he couldn't believe that I could endure so many years without sex. I answered that it was easy--there weren't any available single Mormon men who tempted me in the least. I was snotty about it. Later, he became my bishop, and he hit on me. I said, I hope God is watching this. You are a scumbag, and I'm going to tell [my GA relative] about this! I did, and my GA relative, and the church, and the ward, all did NOTHING. They didn't believe me, over the bishop, or, now I know the cult better--they just didn't care.
It felt like an invasive surprise inspection.
I think it's awful that Mormons have to let strangers and gossips into their own home! Privacy is privacy, and it doesn't mean you're hiding something.
This thread follows that idea of "let's intrude on these families and see how weird we can judge them to be." I won't buy into it. No one is weirder then people who like to judge.