Posted by:
Mother Who Knows
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Date: November 13, 2017 01:35AM
I'm a divorced mother, and single. I felt very vulnerable, not having a man to intimidated the thugs who would pound--literally pound--on my door, in groups of two or three, usually around 9:30 at night. Previously, the bishopric, the home teachers, and some creeps who teach the "gospel essentials" class for those who are trying to go inactive, plus the stake presidency, came to my door several times, each. They needed organists. These men insulted me and threatened me, in my own home, in front of my children. They were so rude, that my kids and I invited them to leave! Looking back, we were too polite.
Mormons just don't take "no" for an answer. They mistake politeness and refinement as "weakness." The police--or threatening to call the police--is often the only thing they will understand.
For us, formally resigning helped. I also threatened them back, and told them that I was getting tired of being quiet and private about the cult, and if they continued to harass us, I would tell everyone the truth about Joseph Smith and the BOM, and everything else.
I kept repeating, "No contact." and "No solicitors", over and over again. I also included the request for no contact in my letter of resignation. I kept a copy of the letter at the desk by the door, and handed out copies of it, a few times. My letter said it all! I even handed a copy to the Deacons!
Now, the Mormons rudely shun us, looking the other way, and making ugly, snarky faces, and refusing to acknowledge us. It hurt my feelings (all those years of service and all my money went unappreciated). My daughter would have nightmares that the Mormon neighbors were zombies, chasing her down the street, and trying to break into our windows and doors. We're fine, now, and the shunning makes the Mormons seem ridiculous and childish.
They WILL go away, but you have to be more aggressive and rude than you would like to be. It's all or nothing. Now, whenever a neighbor does speak to me, it's to tell me to read the BOM, or to say they miss me. I reply, "I'm right here, and you can see me anytime." These neighbors are like children. We're too busy to play their stupid games.