Posted by:
THE V
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Date: October 22, 2015 03:31AM
I ran across this site after my wife met some Mormon ladies and asked why they were so depressed. We spent some time browsing last night and landed here. All of the pain, confusion, & grief on this site brought back memories, I haven't thought of in years.
A short bit about me.
I was born into very devout parents and endured all of the normal things growing up Mormon entails. I honestly didn't start to question it until I was in the MTC. A speaker got up a read a passage from a BoM pre-Talmage, repeatedly stating "not one word has changed". I was following along with my more recent copy seeing all of the changes. I served the two years in England in the "elite" mission where I was the token "normal" filler. I roomed with a Hinkley, Mariott, and some other family names you might recognize. I had a few interesting visitors while I was there. Both mission presidents were members of the 70 when they returned.
By the time I returned home the blinders were off and my sanity hung by a thread. I struggled through the next year (skipping a lot) until a family trip to the temple for sealing work with my grandparents. I stood in the temple in all of the fun getup and decided it was the end of it. I never went back except to deliver a letter to the bishop to remove my name from the lists.
I was usually a hotheaded fool back then but I made some decisions that were in retrospect very wise.
1. I never explained why I left to any of my family. They would never understand the reason and they needed to accept me for who I was. I accepted that I would be ostracized with my decision. Adding conflict would only make it more painful.
2. I would actively not try to be bitter and vengeful at the LDS church but move on with my life.
3. I would not "throw the baby out with the bathwater". Not everything the Mormon church teaches is negative and terrible. There are a few good things hidden in the dogma.
4. After spending so much of my life so wrapped up in it I decided spend some time as an agnostic. I just let it be. I'm still just letting it be.
Soon after I left, I met my lovely (barely catholic) wife. I was quickly adopted into her screwy but wonderful family who I am very close to today.
I have traveled the world sampling wonderful beverages. Amazing how many coffee's and alcoholic beverages there are.
I've been able to pick my own bias on all topics and make logical and clear conclusions.
Best of all, I have two wonderful boys who don't know the meaning of the word "Mormon".
Sadly my Mormon family has never accepted my decision. I've watch the religion wreck havoc with my siblings and extended family. I grieve for their needless suffering. Several of my sisters and I haven't spoken in many years.
I won't lie, it was an emotionally excruciatingly painful experience at the time I decided to leave. But 15 years later, the wounds no longer sting. Time, maturity, experience, have all worked together to allow me to move beyond it.
It also left me an unexpected gift. The one thing that all Mormon's are supposedly seeking but never finding.
JOY!