Posted by:
Breeze
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Date: October 12, 2017 08:11PM
The words on Grandma's needlepoint pillow say, "Never complain-- Never explain", so I won't do that anymore.
RFM is the last tie I have to Mormonism, and I need to let it go, in order to completely recover from my PTSD. Thanks to RFM, and your answers, your good advice, your shared experiences, your caring, my children and I have resigned from the cult, and are enjoying more joy and love than we ever dreamed of. I have laughed with you, and cried with you, and I will miss all of you. I can never thank you enough!
This is a fresh start. My one child who returned to Mormonism and her RM husband have both resigned, thus breaking any bonds to the evil Mormon cult! I also have a new job promotion, in a different office building, where people know me only on a professional level--not as either a Mormon or an ex-Mormon. I have volunteered for many years, now, helping children who need help, face-to-face, using my career qualifications, where people know who I am, and who appreciate the real me--in a not-religious setting. On RFM, I had to be anonymous, because my abusive temple ex-husband was stalking me, but all that is over, now.
Despite the pain, loss, anger, and frustration, from the viewpoint of strangers, on the outside looking in, it all seems simple. Maybe it's best to keep it that way.
The Locked Door, by Robert Frost
It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.
I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.
But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.
Back over the sill
I bade a "Come in"
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.
So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.