Posted by:
The Man in Black
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Date: June 18, 2019 01:04AM
I haven't posted here in three years. I see many of the names I still know. Human, Elder Berry, Donbagley, Nightingale, Cabbie, Dave the Atheist, RPackham, Brother Of Jerry, Cheryl, PapaKen, Bite Me, Chicken N. Backpacks, and too many more to list you all. I've met many of you in person over the years, including Erik K.
Hi everyone. I've missed you.
Over the years I've used this board as a means of creative outlet and therapeutic recovery. I've written over sixteen hundred posts here, some good, some not, many woven with hyperbole and creative elaboration. Mostly all true save omission or artistic license. Or humor.
Five years ago I got metaphorically curb-stomped. I posted this:
https://www.exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,1090354,1090777#msg-1090777Many of you asked what happened. Today I'm ready to tell you what happened. No hyperbole, no artistic license. Some omission. This will probably dox me if seen by people who know me, but I'm ready for that now, and most of you know me in real life anyway. Besides, the people on this board aren't who I was worried about.
Six years ago I was given an opportunity for a better life. A path to secure my family's future. An opportunity that seemed too good to be true. I won't detail what that opportunity was but those of you whom I speak to in person already know.
I packed up my family and moved.
I've often wondered if I were given the opportunity to be a General Authority what would I do? Would I sell my soul to secure the future for my wife and children? I think I know that answer to that question now and it's not the answer I wish I could give. The answer is yes, I would. Because I did.
No, I did not become a GA, or get a job in the Church Office Building or anything like that. But I did find myself in a situation where I was at the mercy of the delusions of grandeur of a true believer. I was duped by a sheep in wolf's clothing. You read that right, a sheep in wolf's clothing. A TBM pretending to be an exmo--or at minimum a TBM pretending to be sympathizer.
So I was given a golden ticket. Something no one in life ever gets. What I didn't realize until it was too late was that I had unwittingly put myself in golden handcuffs and given a true believer the key. By the time I figured out that I'd been manipulated there was no going back. Once it became clear to me that my meal ticket and my children's future was being used as leverage and as a reconversion tool it was too late. I'd been duped, and I was trapped. I had to once again pretend.
I won't go into specifics on the dynamics of the relationship between me and the faux TBM sympathizer. All you have to do is watch Better Call Saul. This person is Chuck in my life story. In his life story, I am his Jimmy. I ask that you do not elaborate this analogy in your replies. If you've seen it, you get it. If not, it's pretty great go watch it.
But here's the thing. I survived. Not only that I thrived. The TBM...didn't.
Mormons underestimate us. They think we're misguided, lost, foolish, stupid. They sincerely believe us to be weak. Well, that's where they are wrong. That's where they underestimate us. We are not weak. We are strong. We are strong in a way they will never be. We are tempered in a fire they cannot acknowledge exists much less face. They cannot and will not ever have our strength, not unless they too cast off the shackles that bind their minds. They can never be as strong as we...not without enduring the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that we have endured. We do not go quiet into that good night.
They hope to be able to endure all things but we...we do.
Why am I back? I won.