Date: December 21, 2019 04:32PM
I've written extensively about growing up Mormon with a narcissistic father. One of my chief complaints was the way he denied me any money throughout high school. He sent three thousand a year plus to the church. This was in the seventies. I could have purchased a school lunch for coins. My friends spent 25 cents a day to eat at a local general store. I wanted to fit in so I stole my lunches there until I was caught. The police let me go with no charges. But I couldn't hang around the sons of truck drivers anymore--they were too expensive for me.
I started hanging around with kids who were poor and had abusive fathers. For this, Dad gave me hell. Why couldn't I be penniless and hang with wealthier kids? He pushed me into his corner so badly, that I broke down and cried, "what do I have to do?" The answer was simple, believe and worship. I was told to violate my own conscience for coin. That's the Mormon answer. When I saw recently that they had 100 billion dollars hid up, I was furious. My lunch money is in there. I'm glad my father is dead. The death of the Mormon church would be the best thing I could witness now. I know it won't happen, but I also know which side I'm on.