Posted by:
licoricemoratorium
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Date: May 29, 2011 04:27AM
My husband's much younger sister will be marrying in the temple this August. She is a BYU-Idaho student and found herself a fiance (not her first) just this February. He's a returned missionary. She'll be pregnant by Christmas. It will be so, so blessed. Same old story.
My husband and I are ex-Mormon. We're sort of an odd combination - he was raised LDS and hated every second, I was raised Atheist but wanted to be LDS my ENTIRE CHILDHOOD. So I converted immediately upon turning 18 while he turned 18 and said to his parents "I'm done". There were plenty of messy moments in there, but by and large we have been happily married and non-Mormon for 17 years. We have four children, all teenagers.
Our decision to not wait outside the temple for this upcoming wedding has really nothing to do with Mormonism. It has to do with the way his family treats us, or doesn't treat us. In fact, we still haven't even technically been informed that this wedding will be taking place! But what is to be gleaned from Facebook is that it's assuredly on for August.
All four grown sons, including my husband have left the church. They have nothing to do with it. They are not angry, they are just done. Both daughters are frothing at the mouth with rabid hysterical Mormonism. If Gordon B. Hinckley made his own graham crackers that is the brand they would buy and they would let the world know it too.
My husband's parents treat us like we don't exist, but they have a way of doing it that shows no animosity; they're warm when we see them, but when we don't see them, we hear nothing. If it weren't for Facebook we would literally never hear from my husband's mother; that is her chosen method of pretending to demonstrate an interest. I don't care that my inlaws do not care for me; I can live with that. It's that they do not take on the role of parents to my husband or grandparents to my children. No birthday presents, no Easter baskets, no phone calls, just the rare invitation to a crappy paper plate holiday dinner. I spent a decade sending cards, letters, gifts, sending invitations, which were accepted warmly, but just never reciprocated.
In recent months we have had the opportunity to speak with my husband's brothers, who keep to themselves as well, much to my husband's sadness. The brothers, to my surprise, state that they have the same non-relationship to their parents. It's a very odd splintered family. The mother and the two daughters are basically losing their minds on Facebook every day telling each other in front of everyone how much they love each other and how absolutely wonderful a mother and father they have, etc. etc. ad nauseum, and we're just thinking, "WHAT?"
Anyway, it's been a real treat getting to see Facebook messages that state that my sister in law's children will be the flower girls while my daughter, again, is left out, and not even spoken to. My husband's sisters don't act one thing like aunts to my kids, and one is so hyper-aunt like to the other's children that I practically have to take a number to speak to my nieces and nephews.
It's a highly out of balance family that breaks my heart and confuses the hell out of me in that one faction of the family acts like they're living heaven on earth. I have spoken to my mother in law about it and she just can't deal with reality. She lives in her own mind. She isn't going to change. We're talking about a woman who goes to Idaho for weeks every three months to see extended Mormon family there while not even considering inviting her grandchildren over who live right here by her. My father in law is even worse. He just plain doesn't exist at all in our world and I don't think it occurs to him. He's always "busy". Church, work, and an odd obsession with attending every local high school sport game he can. Sometimes I think he is borderline mentally retarded.
It hurts to have great kids and have them have not a single aunt or uncle who acts like they are one. My family is no better and they don't have Mormonism to blame. SO, we do what we can to create our own "family" of friends and experiences. It's a bummer, but it just is.
I am getting very very near to a place where all my many years of sucking it up and putting up with the shunning and the disinterest is going to just explode. I'd hate to have it happen in the cultural hall next to the punch bowl.
I just don't understand how these women can seem so happy while they seem to go to such lengths to withhold love, affection, interest, human decency to us. Are they really happy? I mean, they seem REALLY HAPPY. Why do I feel like the bad guy? I feel like, in my husband's family, even in my family, I'm the only one who is really bothered by the elephant in the room. And I'm getting REALLY BOTHERED.
Anyway, we're not waiting outside the temple for this sister who will expect us there even though we're not wanted in her life. I can scarcely fathom going to even the reception.