Date: March 30, 2021 11:48PM
My friend has lived in the same uber-Mormon neighborhood, same ward for 40 years. About ten years ago he began to have doubts. Stopped going to church. Got love bombed, ward teachers up the kazoo. Visits from the bishopric asking about his testimony.
After it became clear he wasn't coming back, people stopped speaking to him. They'd switch sides of the street when walking past his house. Turn the other way in the grocery store. No more cookies on his doorstep.
But he's been a wonderful and resourceful neighbor to everyone. So when any of the neighbors go on vacation, guess who they ask to feed the goldfish, collect the mail, stow the trash cans?